A/N: This is the big finale! The end! Makes me sad, but I enjoyed the progression of their relationship and how I've made them all end up. I hope I did this couple proud. Thanks everyone for the support and continuing reading even though sometimes you hated my twists :)

I couldn't have done it without my loyal readers and I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did.

"Sweetheart?"

April looked up from her book and smiled when her husband sat beside her on the porch swing. Gently tucking her bookmark in the old pages, she turned to him and asked. "Yeah?"

"Where'd our kids go?"

She frowned, taking off her reading glasses. "You lost them?"

Robert, too, scowled and shook his head, defending himself with, "I didn't lose them!"

"He lost them," Arizona interjected with a smile from her comfortable lawn chair. "I told you, April. He was going to lose them one day."

"You told her that seventeen years ago," Robert told her with a shake of his head.

"Yeah, and today's the day!"

April sighed. Even though seventeen years had passed they were still bickering like they were competing surgeons. A lot had changed since then, after all - both professionally and personally. On the professional level, Robert had worked his way up to becoming Chief of Surgery and Arizona had earned her title of Chief of Pediatrics again. They were all older, now, but still maintained the fun that had carried them through years of surgery, loss, and growing love. "Robert, if you're so worried about where they are, call them!"

"I don't want to call them," he answered childishly.

"Lazy bastard," Arizona commented with a shake of her head and a smirk when he hit her shoulder. "Nothing's changed."

"Look," April commented, "here they come now."

The personal front was where everything had changed. Barreling around the corner came April and Robert's two children - a boy and a girl who were now teenagers - as well Callie and Arizona's three kids, one of whom was a teenager and the other two who were six. The twins who were laughing and having a good time, completely dismissed the adults as they ran around another corner toward the sprinkler.

Robert eyed his son carefully. "Oliver?"

The teenager stared at his father; he was his spitting image, and had the same personality except held strongly onto his mother's ability for compassion and care - something which couldn't be taught, but a trait he was born with. "Yeah?"

"Where'd the five of you run off to?"

Oliver shrugged. "Tim and Carmen wanted to go to the park for a little while, so Sophia, Arizona, and I went to take them. We didn't go far."

"You didn't tell us where you were going, either," Robert told his son sternly. "I was worried about you."

"You always worry about us, Dad," his daughter, Arizona - aptly named after the woman who brought her parents back together - chimed in. At fifteen, she had the sniping attitude of her father and perkiness of her mother. She flapped her arms. "You have to let us spread our wings and fly."

Oliver cawed like a bird.

"You're still my kids," Robert reminded them, hiding his smile at their bright grins and shared chuckle. "I'll always be worried about you."

"Dad, I'm seventeen."

"And I'm fifteen!"

Oliver scowled and shook his head. "That's different, sis."

She frowned. "Oh, because there's such a big difference in two years."

He crossed his arms. "Damn straight."

Robert shook his head. "Your brother's right, Arizona. There is a difference between seventeen and fifteen, but regardless of your age, you still are my children and I'm allowed to be worried about where you're at."

Oliver shook his head. "Arizona and Callie aren't like that with Sophia!" He turned to Sophia for support, who only shrugged.

Arizona snorted at the statement. "The hell we aren't. She's nineteen and we're still worried about her! You know, the two of you...all of us were worried about you when you were born."

"Oh, God, Mom!" Sophia complained. "I don't want to hear the story about how he saved me and you saved him and...I've heard it too many times!" She sighed, exasperated, before she grabbed Oliver's hand and dragged him away. "Come on, let's go!"

Robert smiled as they walked away, hand-in-hand. He turned to Arizona, who watched her daughter walk away. "Who have thought it? My son, your daughter, together? In a relationship? Dating?"

Arizona rolled her eyes. "Please. I called it the second Callie insisted they go to the same school so Oliver could watch over her even though she's two years older than he is. And I called it again when he asked her to be his homecoming date."

Robert grinned. "He's a smart kid dating older, that's for sure." He turned to April. "Right, honey? Older is better?"

April took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Yes, honey, older is better."

Robert nodded. "They're good together."

"He better not knock her up," Callie warned dryly as she joined the group with a beer in her hand, "Or I'm going to knock him out."

"Oh, is that for me?" Arizona asked, smiling when her wife handed her the beer with a frown. "Thanks, honey!"

Callie sighed before she turned to April and Robert. "You guys want anything?"

"Two beers?" Robert suggested.

Callie nodded. "I'll be back."

"You know," Arizona took a sip of her drink while her wife went to get them their alcohol, "I never would have pegged you as a beer drinker. I see you more of a scotch person."

"I was."

"What happened?"

"It got expensive," April answered with a smile. "Besides, the need for it became less and less as we went along. Motherhood was the only drug I needed to take me away from work, and work was all I needed to take me away from home."

Arizona smiled when Callie returned with their drinks. "I think we should have a toast."

"To what?" Robert asked. "We have all we need."

"I don't," Arizona commented dryly, drinking her beer.

"What could you possibly need?" April asked with a chuckle; her husband was right. They all had beautiful, healthy children along with successful careers and loving spouses. To her, and Robert, this was the world, all they needed.

Arizona smiled. "Your husband's job."

"Over my dead body!"

Arizona continued to smile. "That can be arranged, Robert."

"Ha, ha, very funny."

"Who's joking?"

"All right, all right!" April intervened with a shake of her head. "Let's just...Get this toast out of the way and then go back to enjoying our Sunday, okay? I don't to have to explain to the kids why two grown adults are going to fight."

Robert snorted. "Yeah. You'd have to explain to her kids why she lost."

Arizona glared. "I could take you, old man."

"Old man?" Robert asked before he snorted. "I'm not old."

"Hell you aren't, Grandpa!"

"Oh yeah, well you-"

"Hey! Hey!" Callie interrupted the impending argument by putting her hands up. "April's right. We aren't going to fight today. Why don't you make your toast, Arizona?"

"Thank you, sweetheart." She shot Robert a glare, who mockingly returned the stare. Arizona cleared her throat before she said, "Well, needless to say, it's been a long seventeen years but certainly fun. We've had our ups and our downs - especially Robert and April - and we've all made it through, which is a testament to who we are as doctors and people. Which, by the way, I'm better than the old man sitting next to me in all aspects of life, both professionally and personally."

April stopped her husband from hitting Arizona's arm.

"Anyway," Arizona continued, "we've raised five wonderful children and watched them - and each other - grow and it's been amazing. I couldn't imagine my life without any of you and I'm thankful to call the two of you my friends and this woman right here my wife. I couldn't ask for more."

They all clanked bottles together, taking sips of their beers. After a moment, April asked, "Are you done?"

"Yes, I am done."

"That was a wonderful toast," April congratulated.

"Thank you."

Robert snorted. "I can top that."

"Oh yeah?" Arizona crossed her arms in defiance. "Let's see it, old man."

"I swear to God Arizona, if you call me old man one more time..." He shook his head when April put a hand on his shoulder to stop his threat. After a moment, he cleared his throat. "Seventeen years has been a long time, that's for sure. We have had our ups a downs, but luckily the happy memories outweigh the bad ones. We've grown, found love in all sorts of places, and been there for each other through thick and thin. From saving Sophia's collapsed lung to helping Oliver to breathe, there's nothing we haven't done for each other, nothing we wouldn't do. We all came from two opposite worlds. Me snarky, April perky, Arizona...narcissitc, and Callie, badass."

"Damn straight," Callie agreed with a smile.

"You're calling me a narcissist?" Arizona asked with a scoff. "Why don't you go take a good look in the mirror? Oh, wait, don't! You're just gong to admire your grey hair you icy cold bastard."

"See? Only a narcissist would interrupt my speech and make it about herself."

Callie stopped her wife from hitting him. "Just finish, Robert."

He cleared his throat again. "Anyway, we clearly came from different universes, but it was our differences that brought us together, that allowed us to find happiness and completion with our soul mates. Our differences have allowed us to grow, laugh, cry, and learn together. We've had the rare opportunity of finding a friendship that lasts a lifetime. I know I've come out of this a changed, no better, man and it's because of the people sitting around me. We've picked each other up when we're down and lifted each other up to heights we never dreamed possible. And that, that'll last a lifetime."

After a few moments of silence, Arizona asked, "Are you done?"

"Yes, I'm finished," Robert answered. "What are you going to do? Try to top that now?"

'You bet your old ass I am!"

April laughed as the battle over who could deliver a better speech commenced. One thing her husband was right about, this was a friendship that would last a lifetime and beyond, a friendship she would never forget and was so thankful to be gifted with, a friendship which had touched her heart and lifted her soul. There were no regrets, no desire to change anything, and how many people had that? Not many, she knew.

It had been a wonderful ride, and it all started because a simple farm girl fell in love with the Grinch. She loved her Grinch, and wouldn't trade him - or her life - for the world. Gently, she kissed his cheek and smiled when he turned to her with a smile of his own. "Hey."

"What was that for?"

She shrugged and kissed his lips. "Just being you."

"Well," he took her hand and softly kissed it, "Dr. Kepner, I suppose a congratulations are in order then."

"Oh, yeah?"

He nodded and kissed her. "Congratulations for me, not you."

She laughed. "What do you need to be congratulated on?"

"Being me." He scoffed. "Duh."

April laughed. Some things never did change.

The End