A/N: Last chapter! Thank you to everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed.

Amy grasped a corner of the bedsheet and tugged it free, as Sheldon did the same from the opposite corner before tossing it into the hamper with the pillowcases. She ran her hand lovingly along the bare mattress.

"Goodbye bed. Thank you for one last great memory," she murmured, blinking back tears. This time it wasn't just the hormones talking. She was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that only an hour earlier, they had made love for the last time in this bed, in this room, in this building.

Sheldon joined her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her temple. "We'll make new memories with my old bed."

"You're right," she sighed, giving the bed one last pat. "It will be nice to get it out of storage and show it some action."

"Agreed. I could barely squeeze through the door when we dropped off that broken blender last month. It's like a maze in there."

Sheldon took one last room around the bedroom before picking up the hamper and heading for the living room, where he set it next to the boxes. "The movers will be here in 12 minutes. That gives me just enough time to get one last item ready."

Amy spun around the room and frowned. "Everything is packed and organized, and we're not taking the furniture."

"Not this furniture," he corrected.

"What do you mean 'not this furniture'?"

Sheldon rolled the borrowed dolly they had been using to move boxes out of the bedroom to the door. "I'm reclaiming my spot."

With that, he marched across the hall with Amy trailing behind, muttering what a bad idea this was. The Coopers and the Hofstadters hadn't spoken in days, and now here was Sheldon coming to take away their couch?

He performed his signature triple knock punctuated by their names and waited. A minute passed, and not a sound came from within, so he knocked harder and called louder. "Leonard and Penny, Leonard and Penny, Leonard and Penny!"

Moments later a bleary-eyed, bathrobe-clad Penny slid the chain lock and swung the door open. "You've been avoiding us for over a week then suddenly appear at our door before 9 a.m. on a Saturday? You know the rule, no knocking before 11 a.m., so you'd better have a good explanation."

"We're here for the couch," Sheldon informed her, as he skirted past with the dolly.

Penny spun around, hands on her hips. "What the hell, Sheldon?"

"Maybe you didn't hear me the first time. We're here for the couch."

"Leonard!" She bellowed.

"I'm sorry, Bestie. He was out the door before I could talk him out of it," Amy apologized from just inside the open doorway. "Come on, Sheldon. Let's go."

The faint sound of the toilet flushing then water running gave away the other tenant's location. Leonard emerged wide eyed at the sight of his friend wedging the base of the metal contraption on wheels under the couch. "What's going on?"

"Your weird friend thinks he can just barge in here and take our couch."

"I was just letting you borrow it. Now that we will no longer be neighbors, I need to claim my spot."

"No longer be neighbors? What are you..."

The sound of heavy boots stomping up the stairs interrupted the blonde's question and drew the quartet's attention to the hall. Two men in matching blue polo shirts, worn jeans, and baseball caps emerged onto the landing then peered into the apartment.

"Don't strain yourself. We've got it," the shorter one informed the lanky physicist, grasping the dolly's handle when he stepped aside.

The other man scanned the room. "We assumed everything would be boxed up. We don't provide packing services."

"Sorry for the confusion. This isn't our place; we live across the hall." The men furrowed their brows. "My husband used to live here and is particular about his spot on this couch."

The taller man scratched his beard. "O...kay."

"I am so confused right now. What's going on, you guys?" Penny inquired.

"Isn't it obvious?" When the other couple stared at him blankly, Sheldon sighed and added, "We're moving."

"You're moving and didn't bother to tell us?" Leonard sputtered.

"We're moving because of you."

"Sheldon, you've said some questionable things over the years, but really?"

"I don't know why you're so surprised. We've been avoiding you since last Friday."

"That's another thing we don't understand. Why didn't you show up for game night or reply to our messages?" Penny demanded.

Sheldon glared at her. "Because you made Amy cry."

"How the hell did I do that?"

"This is all just a big understanding," Amy mumbled.

The movers' eyes volleyed between the couples. "Um, so we're on a tight schedule. Are we moving this couch or not?"

"We need to sort out our problems first. Why don't you start with the boxes across the hall?" Amy instructed. "The door is unlocked." When the men slipped out, she closed the door behind them and faced her friends.

Penny addressed the brunette. "Okay, spill."

Amy bit her lip and tugged at the hem of her cardigan. "It's silly really. I overreacted. Pregnancy hormones."

"Overreacted to what? Ames, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything." Penny took a seat on the couch and patted the spot next to her, while Leonard chose to stand behind his wife, hands on her shoulders.

Amy cautiously perched on the edge of the middle cushion and looked down at the hands folded in her lap. "We, um, we... Why is this so hard?"

Sheldon plunked himself next to her, covering her hands with his own. "It's okay; I've got this." He took his eyes off his wife and glared at the couple. "We heard you last Friday."

Penny glared back. "Sheldon, just spit it out. What exactly did you hear?"

"You ridiculed our clothing choices. Amy was so distraught that she refused to see or even speak with you. She cried herself to sleep that night."

The Hofstadters shared a glance then looked back at the couple. "Oh, Ames, I'm sorry. There's no excuse for what we did."

"Honestly, it's not a big deal. My hormones got the best of me, and I overreacted."

"I still shouldn't have said those things."

"No, Penny, you were right. I do dress like a grandma. I know I don't have the fashion sense you do, but the truth is, I feel comfortable in these." She showcased her ensemble with a wave of her hand.

"And I know I'm not the sharpest dresser, but I feel comfortable in mine too," Sheldon inserted."

Leonard rested a hand on each of their shoulders. "Guys, we're very sorry."

"Apology accepted."

Sheldon folded his arms across his chest. "Amy may be quick to forgive, but not me."

"Buddy, what can we do to make it up to you?"

"For starters, you can let us take the couch."

"Fine, we'll do a swap," Leonard agreed.

"And you may want to start planning where to place your old furniture or consider renting a storage unit. Personally, I would choose the latter. You don't have a lot of space in here."

"We're fine with you using it," Penny offered.

"But would you be fine with us moving it across town and never seeing it again?"

"You mean this isn't just a ploy? Those guys really are moving men?"

Amy nodded. "It's true. We're moving to a house on Oakdale."

Penny furrowed her brow. "Let me see if I got this straight. You overheard us talking about you, and a week later you're moving to get away from us?"

"Precisely. Now if you'll excuse us, we should check on those movers." Sheldon stood and held his hand out to his wife.

Leonard lifted his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hold on. You're seriously moving to get away from us?"

"That was Sheldon's original plan. I tried to talk him out of it after ensuring him I was fine and didn't want to continue avoiding you. Then we looked at a house that was perfect for us and decided to move before the baby is born."

"Yeah, I get that, but isn't this happening a little quickly? You guys plan everything. What happened to waiting 18 months?" Penny asked.

"Seventeen," Sheldon corrected her.

"Whatever. The point is, it's not like you to make decisions on the fly. The Sheldon Cooper I know takes his time weighing the pros and cons. It took you longer to choose a gaming system than a house!" Penny pointed out.

"That's not exactly true." Three pairs of eyes bore into his.

Now it was Amy's turn to be confused. "Sheldon, what are you saying?"

Sheldon tugged at his collar. "Last Saturday wasn't the first time I had researched that house or a number of others."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, sounding hurt.

He shrugged. "There was nothing to tell. I found it while analysing the housing market trend. The square footage and price matched what we were looking for, so I did some further investigations."

Amy looked down at her lap. "So it wasn't a rash decision?"

"The plan was still to wait until Baby Cooper was a year old. What happened last week just fueled my fire and made me take action." He lifted her chin. "Are you mad at me?"

"I'm not happy that we didn't discuss it, but I feel a little better knowing we didn't rush into it."

"Good." Sheldon leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Alright, you two. Get a room," Penny joked.

Sheldon rolled his eyes. "We really should go so I can supervise those men. Lord knows what they're doing."

Leonard walked them to the door. "Are we good now, or will you remove your digital footprint from the internet so we can't find you?"

"I wouldn't object to your coming over to visit."

Amy elbowed her husband gently. "What Sheldon meant to say was we would love to have you over."

"I'll miss you guys," Penny sniffled, as she enveloped the couple in a bear hug.

"I'll miss you too," Amy sobbed.

When they were out of her grasp, Leonard extended his hand to Amy then his best friend. "I'm going to miss you too."

Sheldon took the proferred hand and shook on it. "We had a good run, you and I."

"We'll still see each other, Buddy. Just because we'll no longer be neighbors doesn't mean we can't still hang out."

"You're making me cry again, but in a good way." Amy blinked away her tears, offered her friends a watery smile, then gave them a brief hug. "This is just goodbye for today, not forever," she promised as they exited the apartment, not for the last time.