Chapter Sixty-Nine

I'll Be Seeing You

This is it! The last chapter! I'll talk at the end. For now, just enjoy the last of it.

Don't own the title of the chapter. If you've seen The Notebook, you know what I'm talking about.

Subject: Still Here!

Date: Sunday, May 31, 2008 1:17 PM EST

To: MrsTurner

From: Melrose

Ones as big as the moon. You have completely slipped my mind.

I would have slipped your mind, too, Kate, if you were ridiculously busy taking care of the most adorable eleven-week-old on the face of the Earth. What have you missed of your goddaughter, you ask?

She can lift her head when she's lying on her stomach! Jack and I are call her our sea turtle, because that's exactly what she reminded him of. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, but it stuck. I think he'll call her that when a boyfriend picks her up for the first date: "Take care o' my sea turtle!" Oh, the embarressment that will ensue in the following years for our child. I almost feel sorry for Amy Pearl.

We have a black-and-white mobile above her crib, and turn it on for her as I put her down each night. The look that she gets is simply precious. Her eyes get wide and they'll just follow it.

Really, she is the most adorable baby anyone could ever ask for. She lights up my life so much. I have never felt so blessed to have someone apart of my life. Mommyhood is tough in the beginning, but I heartily recommend it and wouldn't trade it for anything.

Speaking of which...can I expect a godchild in the near future? Come, now, you've been married for eight months! I want my godchild, darn it!

Yes, I know, I know, I have Amy. Word of advice for when you do get pregnant: You can not prepare yourself for how awful morning sickness is, and, for goodness sake, have an epidural when you deliver your children.

Oh, and the sleep deprevation: do not get me started. It's awful. Eye-burning, draining-every-ounce-of-energy awful. But it's all worth it to see Amy.

You will never guess what made me remember to send you an e-mail (I know, I'm absolutely awful: I haven't even responded to your's). I was going through my jewelry box and guess what I found? The medallion.

Did you remember that it's been a year to the day that we bought it? We bought them, around, what, 11:00? That means we were probably going into the old bookstore that smelled like feet just about now. I have never seen you so enthralled with a piece of jewelry before. You really couldn't keep your eyes off that thing. It's spooky, in retrospect. It's like we were almost called to it, that fate wanted us to take those medallions.

Maybe you and I can go to the same antique store and look around when you and Will come for Father's Day. Any other cursed pieces that could cause havoc in any way, shape, or form? I would be just a little frightened if they had the Dead Man's Chest there. I would run out of the store, dragging you behind me.

It's the sleep deprevation. It's awful. Eye-burning, draining-every-ounce-of-energy awful. But it's all worth it to see Amy.

See you on June 12, Kate.

Happy one year, by the way. Who only knows what year number two with these medallions will bring us.

Love,

Melissa

Jack

Amy

Or...is it?

I must confess that I have a plot line that's been spewing in my head since the beginning of the first fic. If you all would like a third, I am more than willing to write one for you. I've already had a few ask, but I would like to hear what you have to say.

Alright, time to wrap it up. I want to thank my reviewers. They've kept me going. I appreciate you all more than you could ever know, and I mean that!

J. B. -- Thank you so much for all your help! I suppose I'm in a bit of debt to you, so if you need any help at all with anything...

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I hope you all enjoyed it. It was daunting (good gracious, look at the word count!), but I'm quite satisfied with it. Again, thank you all for reading with it! I greatly appreciate it.

-- Kayley Taylor