LAST CHAPTER.

Now I'm sad. Ohmigosh I don't want to end this, but…*sob*

By the way, I've decided not to continue that promo I put up awhile ago, so I'll take it down soon. But, no worries, I'll still write SWAC fan fiction

Also, I apologize for not answering any emails or comments or anything recently. I've been a lazyyyy girl.

ONTO THE LAST CHAPTER :D

Lexa

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Seven Years Later

"CHAD DYLAN COOPER! Those better not be our children by the water!" I shouted down the pier at his retreating figure. Every single person in the vicinity automatically turned to look at me, then at the blond man with the miscellaneous children clambering over his back and tugging on his arms. I shook my head and rolled my eyes along with Tawni, who was next to me, helping Nico walk to our favorite café at the South Street Seaport in Lower Manhattan. After being shot in the thigh after the whole James incident, he hadn't been able to walk quite the same. That, thankfully, hadn't changed Tawni's feelings for him, regardless of her usually superficial nature, and she had married him less than a year after Chad and I. We were maids of honor at each other's wedding, and I even had both my parents walk me down the aisle.

Now, four years later, I held my pregnant stomach as I watched my husband chase our two year old son, Ian, around the boardwalk, closely followed by Tawni and Nico's twins, Anthony and Andrew. Zora was in college at NYU at this point, so she couldn't make it to lunch because of classes, but Grady said he would meet us at the restaurant with his new girlfriend, and as he approached with a pretty brunette girl he introduced as Sam, I felt the baby kick, making me wince. Chad came up with Ian giggling on his shoulders, looking concerned, and I smiled, planting a kiss on his lips and one on Ian's hand.

"I'm fine, hon. Just the baby kicking." I took his free hand and squeezed it.

"Is he coming?" Chad looked nauseous, clearly thinking of my last birth.

"One, no, I'm not having contractions, and two, its not a he, its definitely a she. I would know, I'm the one carrying it twenty-four-seven in my abdomen."

"Sweetheart, I know a boy when I feel it. When he kicks, he feels like Ian did"

"Really, Chad, really?"

"Really, Sonny, really."

I groaned then, feeling the baby move. Stupid Chad, impregnating me with a baby. That should be illegal, considering the morning sickness, the kicking, the cravings...the list goes on.

As I sat at the café overlooking the water, fussy tired children and all, I suddenly got weepy, my pregnant hormones overreacting, as I watched my friends and looked back to our beginnings on "So Random!" and "Mackenzie Falls", and how everything changed with one simple trip to New York City. I kissed Chad sloppily on the lips, and rested my head on his shoulder as he cut up Ian's chicken.

Everything had turned out ok. Everything would be ok.