Here it is. The final-- and longest-- installment of the Our Eternity trilogy.

This is the sequel to Always You and Me, which is the sequel to Becoming You and Me. You'll be able to follow this story fine without reading those, but in order to fully understand it, I would read the first two. Still, your choice.

A lot of you really enjoyed the first two stories, so I really hope this one lives up to those. So… here we go!

The first thing anyone saw when they stepped into my house were the two huge pictures that I had framed and hung in the foyer years earlier. They hung side by side, both beautiful, both showing what meant the most to me.

The one on the left was an absolutely perfect picture that my mom took on my wedding day seven years earlier, when Fang and I were eighteen. The camera had zoomed in on our faces after the pastor said, "You may kiss the bride," and had caught the moment where Fang lifted my veil-- yes, I wore a veil, and a long white dress-- and kissed me softly. In the picture, Fang's hand was still on the veil where it rested on my shoulder, and I was cupping his cheek.

As much as I loved that one, I think I loved the one next to it even more. It was taken before the ceremony, while we were taking the other wedding photos that my mom insisted on, except it's not that formal. We were in a hallway of the church, Fang and I standing together with my head on his shoulder, each of us holding one of our children. The twins, Gracie and Devin, had been seven at the time of the wedding, not the very different teenagers they were now. Back then, they could still be picked up and held, and for this picture, that was what we had did. Devin was in Fang's arms, and Gracie was in mine, and all four of us were grinning at the camera. It caught each of our personalities perfectly: Fang's grin was a lopsided one, like he was known for; Devin had a hint of mischief in his eyes; my veil was lopsided, as I, predictably, wasn't very good at putting it on by myself; and Gracie was positively beaming, two fingers in her mouth, a habit she'd had her whole life. It had Fang and I, like the other picture, but it also had our kids, who were the spitting images of us, because they were pieces of us.

As I stood in my foyer, waiting for Fang to come home early from his job at the newspaper, it was this picture that my gaze lingered on as I anxiously crossed and uncrossed my arms. My mind wandered, and I started to wonder how much longer it would be up, how it would change. That picture used to encompass the whole life Fang and I had stumbled across when we discovered our kids in those cages at the School. Now… I wasn't so sure.

I bit my lip and stepped closer to the window beside the front door, peering out at the driveway. Still no sign of Fang. I wanted him to hurry up and get here, so I could get this over with, but another part of me was glad he was taking a while. I had absolutely no idea how he would react to what I had to tell him. We hadn't really discussed this; it just sort of happened.

I glanced at the clock. It was 1:47. If Fang got home soon, we'd have about an hour to talk alone before Gracie and Devin got home from school. It was the first day back, and as the flock had spent most of the summer in the house, it felt lonely being here alone. A couple of weeks earlier, Nudge and Gazzy had gone back to college, and Iggy, with money from his job as a blind mechanic, had moved into his own apartment on the other side of Tucson. Angel had gone with him because where he lived was closer to the school for geniuses she was attending for her senior year of high school than our house was.

Just as I stepped away from the window, deciding to take a bathroom break while I waited, Fang's car turned onto our street and pulled into the driveway. So I stayed where I was, right inside the doorway, not even budging when Fang came in and jumped when he almost bumped into me.

"What are you doing?" he asked, running a hand through his hair. "Jeez, you freaked me out."

"Sorry," I said, backing away a little. My heart was starting to speed up, and suddenly I wished he was still a half hour away from home. "Um, how was your day?"

"Fine," he said, tossing his car keys on the table at the end of the stairs. Then he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at me, obviously waiting for something.

"Uh," I mumbled, "do you want, like, food? Did you have lunch?"

"Max," Fang said sternly, looking me in the eyes. "You called me at work and demanded that I come home right away. I'm here. Now tell me what's going on."

"Okay." I sighed and took his hands out of his pockets, holding them in mine. Fang was still Fang, mostly devoid of emotion, but something like this would surely give him some feelings. And I didn't know if he would be happy or mad or what. Whatever it was, though, I was going to have to face it sooner or later, and so I took a big breath and blurted it out.

"Fang, I'm pregnant."

Oh! Drama! Right off the bat!

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