A/N: As much as I loved the season finale, I wanted to see what happens right afterwards. Here's my take on it. Sorry for grammar mistakes and missing commas - I'm just not good in correctly placing them in any language at all. This is for Newgirlystuff (Hi, I'm Reese. And I finished it! Huzzah! ;) )

Plus: I have no rights to New Girl. Otherwise I would not do a 3 year jump into the future... And Reagan would not have been there this long... Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little One-Shot.

Second Beginning

They both knew they were in it for the long run. Literally running towards each other in their apartment building proved that much. Also, Nick sweating from another cause other than lying was a truly rare occasion. But this was true. This was Jess. His best friend. His soul mate. And Jess? Well, she knew it all along – even though she lost her confidence in them for a while there. But they were finally back in each others arms. Pouring everything they got into their embrace. Right until their elevator dinged them on the ground floor again.

"Jess", he said whilst simultaneously kissing every inch he could. "We haven't moved yet. Should we get up to the loft?"
"Yes. Oh my goodness. Yes."

He stumbled with her in his arms to the corner of the elevator to blindly hit the fourth floor – of course hitting the third one instead. Back to their romantic endeavor they still didn't noticed their mistake, once the door dinged them on the wrong floor.

"What is it with this elevator and us? We just can't seem to get it right."

"That's where you're wrong, Nick. It got me right where I belong." Jess said confidently, gave him her megawatt smile, hit their correct floor, right until she crashed her lips on his again.

Once they finally entered the hallway to their loft, they stumbled in between kisses to their door. But they came across another obstacle. The door was closed.

"Jess, didn't you say, that you gave away your key?"
"Yes. Winston has it."
"Well... Mine is on the other side of the door."
"What?! But you got into the door below! How?"
"Someone came in with me."
"What do we do now?!"
"Hang on, I got an idea."

Nick pulled out his phone, but notices first, that Schmidt tried to call him about 30 times in the last 30 minutes, while he was otherwise engaged.

"What is Schmidt's problem? He called me 30 times in 30 minutes. He is way too invested into us."

"Huh? Why would he be invested in us all of sudden? I think I know, why he called you. You know what? You call him, while I try to get a hold of Winston. He was actually down the road in the moving van. But first..." She pulled his face down to her and kissed him hard. His phone began ringing, causing a groan from Nick.

"Why do you want me to talk to Schmidt? He's the last person I wanna be thinking about right now", strengthening their embrace and tangling his hands in her hair. She took a step back and looked at him lovingly.

"Trust me, Miller. You want to take his call." He couldn't deny her anything – he had nothing but adoration for her. So reluctantly he picked up, while she walked along the corridor to talk to Winston about their situation.

"Schmidt? What's up?"
"Nick! Finally! I've been trying for ages to reach you. What took you so long?"
"Well, I found Jess. And we made up. Thanks for giving me the push, man. I needed it."
"Really? That's great! Mazel! To the both of you! But you gotta listen, cause my news is of equal importance, if not more life changing."
"What is it, Schmidt? Hurry up! I have business to attend to."

"Nick. You're gonna be a Godfather."
"What? I'm not starting a Russian mob! How can you say that?!"
"Huh? No! I will be a papa! Cece is pregnant! And I want you to be my Godfather!"
"OH MY GOD! Are you serious? When did this happen? Wow! Congratulations, Schmidty!"
"Thank you. But what do you say? Will you look after my unborn child, as you looked after me for the past 15 years?"
"Of course, my man. You don't even have to ask. The little sucker needs to have a man of the people in his life. Or her. You probably will have a girl. I just know it."
"Either way, I'm the happiest man in the world."
"I beg to differ – I AM the happiest man in the world", Nick said looking over to the love of his life who's still on the phone with Winston.

"I can't believe I got another chance with her."
"Well, don't blow it. But you know what: I have trust in you. Go and be happy. Both of you. If anyone deserves it, it's you."
"Thank you, that is really sweet of you to say. How about some celebrations tomorrow? The Griffin at 7?"
"Sounds perfect. I'll bring the champagne. And not the cheap kind. Enjoy your night."

"I will. But first I have a question: Is your spare key for the loft from the time you thought you'd moved out, still in the hidden spot in the apartment across the hall?"
"Why would you ask such a question?"
"Well, earlier Jess and I ran towards each other through the apartment building. There was actual sweat on my face. Then we found each other in the elevator. But somehow we both forgot our keys and are currently locked out. So. Is it still there?"
"How can you do that? Imagine if this scenario would happen with my then born child on the other side. I would have to kill you. Through the ACTUAL Russian mob. Don't ask. I have contacts."
"I know, but believe me Schmidt. It was an accident. A spur of the moment."
"You know what, put Jess on the phone. She needs to be the responsible party in this relationship."
"No. Let me do my part. Come on, man. Now, where is the key?"
"It's not there anymore. Coach has it."
"Why, Schmidty? He's not even in the same timezone as us anymore!"
"I needed to have spare for a situation such as this."

"Nick, are you done yet?", Jess asked from the other side of the hallway walking over. "Winston will be here any sec."
"Jess, you're perfect! Awesome! You know what, Schmitty? Nevermind. I'm good. See you tomorrow, my man." he hung up and finally went back to his favorite activity for the night: Kissing Jess.

"Hey, Jess. One question: How did you knew I needed to talk to Schmidt?"
"Well, I knew about the pregnancy. I picked up the phone call from Sadie for Cece. And everyone knew it already, before Schmidt and Cece even found out about it. Well. Everyone, except you of course."
"And you didn't tell me?"
"I would've come around doing it, but I had other thoughts running through my mind at the time."
"Oh yeah? Maybe something to do with me?"
"You know it."

"Well, believe me when I tell you: You were all I could think about for the last weeks. No, months. Hell, years." Jess could not stop the grin on her face if her life depended on it. It was all coming together as she dreamed and yearned for it for so long. "And you know what? There were good and bad thoughts, but all of them were home. Jessica Day, I love you. And I'm not letting you go again. Would you forgive me for my stupid actions and take me back?"
"Of course! Í love you, too. More than you can possibly imagine." Jess burst out – there may have been a bit of singing in there. "Come here, Miller!" and she crashed her lips on his again.

"By the way, Jess. What are our nicknames?"
"Um... Isn't this question a bit late into our relationship?"
"No, seriously. I want us to have nicknames. What about PJ and AN? For Principal Jess and Author Nick?"
"Nooo. I'm not taking on nicknames I got from my students. I thought more along the lines of Pepperwood and Knight."
"That is actually just about perfect. But what if I'll be super famous and my groupies will haunt you, when they hear our petnames for each other? They could be vicious. They could even start a cult with the whole purpose to stop us from being together. We don't know that! Jess, I gotta protect you from them!"
"Well, they would have to get in line. Because I'll always be your number one groupie. Now. Will you please stop talking, and get our mouth-on-mouth quota back on track?"
"Yes, sorry. Where are my manners." They went back to there romantic endeavors, clinging onto each other for dear life, when the elevator dinged again. Winston walked in on them.

"Well, if it isn't Pepperwood and Knight. Back from their outing. So. Is this how the Chronicles will end in the next book?"
"Winston, finally! Please open up."
"Of course, please get out of the way." They gladly stepped aside for him to open up. "Honestly, Nick. I thought you grew up and finally knew everything there is to know about a key." Winston complained, as he let them all in. But once they stepped in, Jess jumped Nick, clinged to his hips and he somehow started to manouvre them to his room. But Winston had other plans and got into their way.

"Jess. Your moving truck needs to be returned by tomorrow at noon. And if you think, I will start unpacking everything tonight, you're wrong. I have to take Aly out to a late night screening. She's waiting downstairs. And afterwards we'll be having a late night supper. So. Basically. Go crazy."
"Thanks, Winston." both of them mumbled through kisses.
And with that Winston took his leave and let them be.

"So. Where were we?" Nick asked her with loving eyes.
"Right at our second beginning. And this time it's forever." and they finally made it into the bedroom.

A/N: I did plan on this one just staying a One-Shot. But somehow both my reviewers wish for more. And who am I to deny a wish. So there might be more. But no promises. Reviews indeed do help with motivation on that front (but I also don't want to go out and fish for them.) I'm just glad if you enjoyed reading this and if I made the hiatus a little bit more comforting.