Author's Note:

IT IS DONE. THIS IS IT. FINITE. 51.

My many thanks to the reviews, both already posted and those yet to come (yes, I am referring to YOURS). For those who are interested I've attached a song play list at the bottom of this chapter, it's a small list I compiled as I wrote PWC and songs I think fit in with various happenings through the story.

I'd also like to thank my long-suffering 5 year old Dell laptop, who has never crashed on me as it wrote this story. You are a champion among laptops.

Many thanks to you readers; without you, this story would have never made it to the internet. Or out of my head.

April 5th, 2012 (early hours of the morning)

My hotel room, London

There is so much to fill you guys in on.

This whole past week kind of just.. ZOOM.

I've had so much happen in these past seven days I just don't really know how to begin!

Let's just see if I can piece this whole timeline into something that will make sense to you all from my previous entry…

We covered the whole neck massage, and the fact I realised I didn't want to leave for London. Well, things got pretty interesting after that…

So, that whole day passed by as usual, there was a few notable conversations, arrivals (The Harville's and James came up to see us all) and I had a fairly notable conversation with one of our new arrivals (I'll get to that in a minute) and a few other minor (hilarious) things with James and Lucy 'kidnapping' Ava and pretending to be parents for a few hours…

Okay so everyone's hanging about the share house in the late afternoon, I'm sitting at the piano trying to work out how to play the theme song for Sherlock. Harry Harville came to listen to me fumbling over the keys, admitting that Molly got him into the show a couple months back, Fred is sitting behind me somewhere fiddling with some computer program that makes digital 3D models whilst Lucy, Hannah, their mother and Molly are discussing fabric swatches and dress styles at the other end of the room. Everyone else is doing their own thing about the house, Charles is playing with the boys outside with Mr Musgrove, Mary is giving Ava a bath upstairs and everyone else is around somewhere.

Out of the blue Harry pulls out something of his coat pocket. It's a small package wrapped in a silk handkerchief, he opens it up and there's a dainty little metal bracelet inside. Each link is tiny, and there's a tiny little sapphire heart embellishment opposite the clasp. He said it was an anniversary gift for Molly as it's their seventh wedding anniversary next week and he wasn't sure if she'd like it as much as he thought she would.

The guy's been married to the woman for seven years and still has doubts over whether or not she'd appreciate gifts from him. What an idiot.

I told him that too. He laughed and said he'd almost been scared off of buying presents for her because of all the movies he's seen of late have had jewellery gifts leading to a pile of unfavourable events. Like Love Actually when it was on at Christmas and Alan Rickman's character bought his wife a CD when he bought his other lady friend an expensive necklace and the wife thought the necklace was for her.

I also told him that any woman who's lucky enough to be in love will forever appreciate any nice thing her partner does for her, and even if their relationship gets shot to hell, she'll still love him, no matter how it all ended.

Admittedly at that point, my confession was aimed more towards the guy behind me, and in hindsight I know he was listening, but at that point I didn't. This is where the whole story falls together and it appears now that the universe has quite forgiven me.

Yes, looking at the sleeping pile of human beside me, the universe has definitely forgiven me.

But we'll get back to the now later.

So Harry is yammering on about their wedding anniversary plans, I'm still trying to figure out the last few notes to Sherlock, the other ladies are still gushing over a cream silk-crepe swatch and a row of lace panels, Fred's gone absolutely silent and the world kind of… continues.

The rest of the afternoon and evening is spent fairly quietly, We have a huge roast dinner and we basically demolish a huge tub of ice cream afterwards, despite the fact it's only spring and it's still fairly cold out. Then it was bedtime.

Now the 30th is where things really start to pitch up. I was up at 5am, went on my usual run. Only I never really did make the full distance because Fred joined me when I was about 800 metres up the road. He was in his old sweats, puffed, chasing after me from the direction of the share house. For the few moments before he reached me I thought he was going to overtake me or something (which was a weird thought to have because the only reason I knew he was running behind me is because he called my name) but instead the plonker barrels right into me. We end up on a wet patch of grass, my back is soaked, I'm winded, he's got some crazed look in his eyes and then he does it.

He snogs me.

Not even one of those dainty first kisses, this one was a teeth-clanker. Not that I mind though, I kissed him back.

I don't really know how long we were on that patch of grass though, snogging, hands roving, the sun very slowly lightening the sky.

When we finally broke away I rested my forehead against his and just sat there. Cold, shivering and definitely the happiest person in the entire freaking world.

He told me he had overheard what I said to Harry the day before and realised that he still loved me, and didn't want me to leave for London without letting me know.

Hence the snogging.

There was a lot of talking after that. We both said our apologies, snogged some more, talked about where we were 'at', what we were going to do when we reached the share house, who we would tell…

A lot of talking, and nowhere nearly enough kissing.

But we made up for that. And a few other things. In a variety of ways.

So now we're here, in my rather large hotel room in London, a ten minute walk away from the Atlanti-Tech office. Fred's snoring beside me, and I couldn't sleep. Fred read all of this diary thing the day before yesterday, he cried. I cried because he cried and we ended up this massive ball of tears and regret.

(one positive thing came out of this though. The discover that make-up sex is fantastic.)

The Musgroves were all in cahoots together, turns out Lucy told Hannah about Fred and I and then it sort of.. Reached the entire family. Including Mary, who cornered me before I left and was so mad at me for not telling her, then hugging me and telling me that if I don't appoint her matron of honour she'll disown me.

There was a lot of celebrating on the 30th. Then on the first, I had to leave, I didn't realise immediately that Fred intended to come with me. So that was a nice surprise. We're signing a lease for a house tomorrow, a nice 3 bedroom place with a small garden out the back. I told dad and Liz over the phone about Fred and I, and although I could tell they were still hesitant, they said they were okay with it, and dad gave his 'blessing' to us both, before asking if I could pick him up at Heathrow when he come back in a fortnight (I said I would).

So now we're… here. In a few short months my life has turned upside down, for the better, and become the most amazing thing ever.

I don't know what'll happen next. I guess you'll have to wait for the sequel.

Bye for now, not forever.

Anne Lucy Elliot.

31st December, 2012 (almost midnight!)

Our house, London.

Wow, this document still exists! I had forgotten about it completely!

I figure it's only fair to end this whole thing on the last day of the year in which I started it. Otherwise the whole 'New Years Resolution' thing becomes moot point.

Can't have that.

Fred and I are great, fantastic actually. Everyone is doing really well. Jean and Richard got married earlier this year, Lucy and James are away in Ireland to meet his family, and dad and Liz are partying it up again at their place in Bath, and the Musgrove's are having an early one tonight, but having a huge lunch at their place tomorrow, to which Fred and I will travel up to Uppercross for.

Tonight it's just us… and Bump.

Probably should elaborate on the Bump. Not that the bump itself needs elaborating, that's pretty axiomatic. I'm only 10 weeks in, and no one knows but Fred and I (I told him yesterday), We're telling everyone tomorrow.

We're going to be smothered.

Oh and another juicy little tidbit that I can't help but add to the gossip: That Eli Rogers guy that knew my family, Facebook Guy? The one who was married and whose dad used to work for my dad.

WELL. Huge scandal unfolded there. Turns out he's been having an affair with Liz's friend Penelope for ages, and his wife found out and apparently there was this huge showdown outside dad's place (you know, since Penny had been living there to keep Liz company and all)

Glad I'm not part of that sitch.

Liz IS pretty upset though, she came to our house a few weeks back crying her mascara off and saying all of her friends suck and she needed a hug and a couch to sleep on that night.

I took her shopping the next day and she perked right up. I know how to make her happy.

Happy 2013.

Playlist for reading and writing:

Skinny Love - Birdie (cover)

You Know It's True - Jules Larson

Come and Find Me - Josh Ritter

In My Veins - Andrew Belle

Battle Scars - Guy Sebastian (feat. Lupe Fiasco)

In Your Arms - Kina Grannis

Payphone - Maroon 5

20 Good Reasons (acoustic) - Thirsty Merc

That Man - Caro Emerald

Let There Be Light (Main Theme) - Josh Beattie (from To Claire; From Sonny)

Light Surrounding You - Evermore

Elevator Love - Guy Sebastian

Leave Out All The Rest - Linkin Park

Waste Another Day - Brooke Fraser

Monday Tuesday Wednesday (I Love You)- Gossling (cover)

Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven

Cover On My Heart - Guy Sebastian

Brighter Than The Sun - Colbie Caillat

Dedication to my Ex (Miss That) - Lloyd (feat. Andre 3000)

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