Oh my… how do I start this final chapter? I think I should (again) start by apologizing for the delay, but if I tell you that life has been kicking my butt lately, that would be an understatement, so I hope you forgive me and hang in there for this last chapter.

Next, I think it is only appropriate that I thank you, each and everyone, whoever took the time to tread this story and whoever took the time to review. Your words and feedback helped me through all of this and I could not have done it without your encouragement and excitement. So, from the deepest depths of my heart, I thank you, each and everyone! I love you all!

Finally, I would like to tell you that hopefully after this, I am moving to "Not With Anyone", the fic I had started some time ago. It won't be as long as this, but I am very very excited about so I hope you will join me in that one too.

And now, on with the story!

Chapter 23: In Phuket…

Two and a half years later…

Miami, Florida, USA

"In Phuket? Really?" Sawyer huffed, dropping onto the couch, "that son of a bitch is seriously thinking of dragging me back to that place again?"

"Oh, shut up, I think it's romantic," Juliet said, swatting him playfully on his arm.

"Romantic? Oh, blondie, you won't be thinking romantic when you're sun burnt and fighting off the bugs, I'll tell you that," Sawyer smirked.

"Oh what would you know? You do not have a single romantic bone in your body!" Juliet argued.

"Oh, come on! I am romantic! Maybe not as cheesy as Doc is, but I can sweep you off your feet," Sawyer said.

Juliet rolled her eyes and laughed, "oh really, now? Tell me, James, what are your plans for today?"

Sawyer's faces crunched in annoyance, "babysit your nephew," he grumbled.

"And why is that?" Juliet said.

"Because I forgot our date last night, and my punishment is watching the little squirt while you and your sister spend a day at the spa," Sawyer explained dejectedly.

"Like I said… not a single romantic bone…" Juliet laughed.

Sawyer looked at her, a strange sense of fear rising onto his face, "does that mean you want to get married in Sydney on the anniversary of our first meeting?"

Juliet laughed, her head dropping back onto the couch, "no, I just want you to remember our dates," she said calmly, kissing a relieved Sawyer's cheek.

Los Angeles, California, USA

"Come on, Shan! You cannot seriously need all that makeup!" Boone complained throwing his sister's makeup case out of his suitcase.

"Boone! Stop!" Shannon cried, pushing out of the way to grab her things, "you said I could borrow space in your bag. Mine just won't fit!"

"Well, you said, you need space for some lipstick and mascara, not an entire beauty shop!" he argued.

"Ugh! What do you know! Plus, all you need is a tux, why is your bag so full anyway?" Shannon said, going through the contents of his suitcase.

"Hey! Have you heard of a thing called privacy?" Boone said, pulling her away from his bag.

"Seriously, Boone, why do you need the company portfolio? You know they're getting married, so the odds are, they don't need a wedding planner," Shannon said rolling her eyes.

"If you must know," Boone said, "they're not for them. Someone else asked me to bring those with me."

"Who? Juliet?" Shannon asked in a shocked tone.

"Nope. Try again," Boone smirked arrogantly.

Shannon's eyes popped with excitement, "NO?"

Boone's smile widened as he nodded. "Oh My God!" Shannon shrieked running to the phone.

Sydney, Australia

"Aaron, Aaron! Slowly!" Claire called after the young boy running through the halls.

"I can't mommy, I need to pack so many things. I can't forget anything," he said, running past her between his room and the living room.

Claire's fear rose upon hearing those words from her son. Slowly she made her way to his room to understand what exactly he was planning on packing.

Her jaw dropped at the site of her son's bedroom. "You ok, love?" her fiancé asked walking up behind her.

"I think my son wants to pack the entire city with him to Phuket," Claire said looking at the mess in the room.

Charlie peeked from over her shoulder to witness what she was about to collapse from.

"Hey, buddy, what are you doing here?" Charlie asked the child with a laugh.

"I need to show uncle Jack all my new toys!" Aaron squealed excitedly, "there's also the X-Box and the Playstation I need to get from the tv room but you said not to touch electricity alone. Can you help me Charlie?"

Claire collected herself, calming enough to talk to her son rationally. "Aaron, honey, we cannot take all of your toys with us. I am pretty sure the plane would crash," she said causing Charlie to giggle and watching sadly as her son's lower lip started to tremble, "but you know what? You can pick two toys to show him, and I have a secret to tell you, do you want to hear it?"

Aaron nodded, fighting away the tears, "well, Jack has told me, that after the weeding in Thailand, uncle Jack and aunt Kate are going to come here! They're going to spend two weeks in Sydney! So you don't need to take them with you, you can show him everything when he comes here! What do you think?"

Aaron took a moment to think that over, surveying the array of toys he had laid out, "ok, I guess." He finally said with a shrug.

"You okay?" Charlie asked after they left the young boy to clean up the mess he had made.

Claire nodded, "yes… but I've been thinking… I know you are excited about us getting married and having more children… but can we wait at least till this one is eighteen?"

Charlie laughed, wrapping her in hug and placing a gently kiss to her forehead, "whatever you want, babe."

"I just want to make it to my big brother's wedding without my son crashing the plane, to be honest," Claire giggled.

Phuket, Thailand

Jack rolled over to his side, the sound of running water in the bathroom finally waking him up from the deep sleep he had fell into after a long night. He could see the thin spread of light escaping from under the door and smiled to himself thinking of the women behind it. They'd been in Thailand three days and were yet to leave their hotel room. He saw the shadow moving around in the bathroom as she came closer to the door and he closed his eyes again, a mischievous grin ghosting his lips.

She walked out of the bathroom with a loose towel hanging around her body, shaking her head when she saw he was still asleep. With her back to him, she let the towel fall freely to he ground exposing her freshly showered back to him. As though on cue, he slowly reopened his eyes, trying his best not to make any sudden movements or sounds that would prevent him from the sight in front of him. He watched as her slender body made its way across their room, gathering the clothes scattered al around from their adventures the night before. He watched her wet hair as it rested over her shoulder, exposing her long neck, sending a jolt through his body. The show was quickly coming to an end though, much to his dismay, as she promptly found her bra and matching panties and put them on.

He could not hold back the groan that escaped his lips when she bent down to pick up her t-shirt and she jumped back, slightly startled.

"Oh, you're good, Shephard," she said, walking towards him, purposely swaying her hips just a little.

"Actually, you're the one who's pretty good," he said with a sly grin, pushing up from his reclining position.

"How long have you been watching me?" she said.

"Long enough," he said with a wink, sitting up and throwing his legs off to the side of the body, catching her surprised between them.

She gave a short yelp and tried to escape him, but he was too quick, immediately catching her waist between his hands and holding her still.

"Jaaaack," she cried, trying to swat his hands away, "I'm trying to get dressed."

"Yeah… I noticed," he said, his tone dropping with a sense of seriousness, "I don't get why you constantly try to put clothes on when I will just take it off you in a few minutes."

"Well, you know, normal people put clothes on. Normal people leave the hotel room when they are on vacation. I'm just trying to be normal here, Jack" she laughed.

"hmmm," he mumbled, getting distracted by the soft skin of her stomach, pulling her closer towards him, "who said I want to be normal. Normal is over-rated."

She had a comeback ready, but all thought was lost when he had finally pulled close enough and his lips started tracing the skin just above her underwear and his hands travelled dangerously low. She finally gave in, closing her eyes, accepting the blissful assault he had launched on her senses. He kissed the warm skin, nibbling gently before he pulled back, a little too soon for her liking. When she opened her eyes, ready to complain and the torture, she felt his right hand leave its place on her back and land on her stomach, as his eyes, soft and warm, was watching intently the path that his fingers traveled.

She watched him silently, his gaze growing sharper, until he finally spoke, whispering softly against her stomach, "good morning, baby, sorry we kept you up so late last night," he smiled, as did she, her hand leaving his shoulder and making its way to the back of his neck.

She felt his fingers trace the contours of where she knew their child was growing. She was only a few weeks pregnant, having found out just a couple of days before they travelled. She wasn't showing yet but she was sure he knew where her womb was. He had done this once before, talk to the baby, when they got on the plane and he assured it they will be all right. She noticed that his touch was changing from day to day and it helped her start noticing the change in her own body. His arm around her body as they slept had become more protective, never letting go throughout the night.

"I can't wait for you to get so big," he laughed against her stomach, still talking to the child. She laughed slightly before playfully slapping him on the shoulder, "you mean you can't wait for me to get all fat?" she giggled.

"No," he defended himself, "you won't get fat, you'll be beautiful. A beautiful woman, carrying a beautiful big baby," he said.

"Well, maybe when he gets that big, you'd like to carry him for a while," she teased.

He laughed slightly before his features knotted with concern. He gently pulled her down, urging her onto his lap. "Are you ok?" he asked, the doctor tone creeping into his voice.

She smiled appreciatively, knowing that with all the teasing that could happen between them, her health and his concern for her well being will always come first.

"I'm fine," she said sweetly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She noticed him nod slightly, still not convinced. She smiled, kissing his lips tenderly.

"Are you sure? You're not tired? Nauseated? We can take it easy today if…" he said, looking at her, pushing a stray curl behind her ear.

"Jack, I'm fine," she said confidently, "we're… fine," she added, bringing touching her stomach and smiling. His features finally relaxed at that, "I can't believe there's a child in there, our child," he said proudly, placing his hand over hers.

"I can't believe we're getting married tomorrow," she said, the smile on her lips stretching wide. He looked up at her, his smile matching hers.

"I know," he said, "just three years ago I was sitting in a bar a few streets away from here, close to drinking myself to death, and now I'm marrying the perfect woman and if that wasn't enough, she's pregnant with my child… I love you, Kate."

"I love you," she whispered back, fighting against the tears, closing her eyes as her fiancé's lips captured hers in hot, passionate kiss.

The End

That was so much harder than I thought! No one tells you how hard it is to write a final chapter. I don't think I was ready to say good-bye LOL! I hope you guys enjoyed it, that it was not a disappointing ending. It's pure fluff, I know, not usually how I roll but I'll get another chance to make you all cry. Ha!

Once again I want to thank you all for sticking around, for your feedback and support. You've all been the most amazing readers anyone can ask for, and I hope to see you in Not With Anyone!

Love you all! *muah*