All the legal necessities went through regarding the sale of Will's house and the buyers wanted to be in by the end of the month so the race was on to box up all of Will's things. His house was only small and will had little possessions so packing up wasn't to hard, some of his old work colleagues came to help. I used the excuse of being pregnant so I didn't have to do anything, I just made cups of coffee for the men.

One of Will's old colleagues wives Sandra came round, and I managed to spend my time talking to her, not that I enjoyed any of it. I swear she had been sent in from 1950's as she was astounded that Will and I were having a baby even though we weren't married and she enquired if we were going to marry before the baby was born and she was absolutely horrified when I said I was going to go back to work when the baby was old enough and will would stay home and look after him/her.

"So jennifer, are you and will going to me getting married soon?"

"Not anytime soon, though I think we will in the future." I saw the look of disgust on her face so I proceeded to explain, "Will and I love each other and we don't need a bit of paper and the same surname to show that."

She gave a sign and a discerning look. I retaliation I rubbed my bump defensively, I hated feeling judged and this situation made me feel so judged.

After packing the last few boxes will came through to see how I was, I think he knew that Sandra and I would clash and he was just checking that we were both still alive. "You okay cher?" He walked over to me and put his hands on my bump and asked "and how are you mini Cher" directing his question at my bump. Sandra looked at us with a slight look of disgust on her face, I guess she still hadn't got into her head that and unmarried couple had the means to make a baby.

I could tell will was somewhat sad to leave New Orleans, after all he had grow up here and lived in the same neighbour hood since he was a boy. I spent his last few days there with him, we went to his favourite restaurants visited his high school hangout and said goodbye to some old friends. Even I was sad to leave this little place, I had had so many pleasant memories here with Will, I couldn't begin to imagine how sad he would be, I felt so bad for pulling him away from his home like this. But, selfishly I was glad that we would be living together and I think he was too.

His last day came quickly, almost everything had been packed up in boxes and was on its way to DC, so there wasn't much more than a bed and a set of chairs to furnish the house (not that I was the slightest bit upset that they were getting left behind as they look like he found them in a skip). Our flight wasn't until 9:40pm, which was the flight I used to get back after visiting will's on a weekend. Over breakfast I asked him what he wanted to do that day and he said he had already got the day planned, "you need to get changed quickly and be ready, we have a long day ahead of us" curiously I walked up his stairs for one of the last times and picked out an out fit to wear. The weather had warmed up now and I had decided to wear shorts, I pulled out my favourite pair of denim shorts I hadn't worm sonce last summer and put them on, in the attempt to do the shorts up I popped the button. "My Word" I exclaimed, causing Will to enquire to as what was going on upstairs. "Are you okay Jen?" He asked.

"Yeah, I just popped the button on my shorts so I have nothing to wear today" . I had spent the past 5 days at his just wearing sweats or joggers and I wanted to wear something nice for him. "Just wear your other shorts"

I fell back onto the bed, "I will its just annoying I don't fit in them anymore".

"Jennifer Jureau what are you talking about, you are 4 and a half months pregnant and you are stressing over not fitting into a pair of size 0 shorts!" He passed me another pair of sweatshorts that I had brought with me and helped me up off the bed. "Anyway, now we have sorted this little crisis hurry up because I have something I want to do one last tome before we leave".

Will never fails to amaze me. He did exactly what we did on our first date, we had a picnic in the exact same spot in the park, walked along the same streets and ate at the same restaurant it really was the perfect last day in New Orleans. "Can we just stop somewhere on the way home" he asked almost meekly and apologetically. "Of course we can" I had no idea where we were going but it was fine, we had 2 hours before we needed to be at the airport and I didn't think we had much else to do.

We walked for a while until we turned into a cemetery, "I just need to say goodbye to somebody" he explained beginning to tear up.

"William Henry la Montagne snr.

5/2/1958-8/26/2006"

Will knelt down next to his fathers grave, he had his head in his hands as if to shield his face. "I miss you Pop, I wish you were still here" it was the fist time I had ever seen Will get emotional, he was such a strong person but he still grieved for the loss of his father. "He would be so proud of you" I said rubbing his back in an attempt to console him. "I know that Jayje, I just wish his was here to see you and I wish he could see the little one grow up" I was so moved by Will's raw emotion, it was the first time he had ever fully shown his feelings. I had no idea what to do, he was always the one comforting me, and to have to be in his shoes for once was hard. "He would have been such a good granddaddy jj, I know it. He would rag me for days after I went on a date, asking if she was "the one", he was so desperate for me to settle down and be happy. He would have loved you jj, and he would be so exited to be a granddaddy."

"Will look at me" I said slightly sternly. He unburied his face from his hands and stood up and faced me, his eyes were red and he had tears running down his cheeks. I wiped away his tears as gently as I could with my thumb. He smiled, "I love you JJ" he said spontaneously. "I love you to Will, and your dad does as well, remember that". He turned back to his fathers grave and said strongly "goodbye daddy, I miss you" and with that he turned away and we proceeded to walk back to his house for the last time ever.

When we got back, I picked up my bags from upstairs and he picked up the last of his clothes he hadn't already sent up to DC. There was a feeling of melancholy sadness in the air as he locked the door there for the last time. That chapter of his life was over, but a new one was about to begin.

We set off to the airport, driving down the same motorway I must have driven down 30 times before. The mood in the car was a somber one, I think the reality of what was happening had finally hit will and he was distraught to leave New Orleans behind. To lighten the mood I made a joke, "you know all other times we have driven down here you were getting rid of me but now you are stuck with me for ever." Will laughed, "I would walk to DC if it meant I could spend eternity with you" he said sincerely. Soon enough we pulled up t the airport and proceeded to make our way to check in. After checking in we stopped for a coffee, to lighten the mood I told will about the plan I had made for the next day. "So I have managed to wangle another day off on personal time tomorrow and I have something very exiting planned, to take your mind off everything." I took a sip of coffee, it was still piping hot so I waited a whole for it to cool down. "I am intrigued, please tell me" he pleaded.

"Nope it's a surprise!" I teased. We drank our coffee before boarding the plan for the flight back to DC. As the plane took off we looked back over New Orleans and said our finally goodbyes, for now at least.