A/N: This is the last part for this story. There are continuous time jumps throughout the chapter, hopefully it's isn't too jarring, I couldn't decide if I wanted to clearly separate them with breaks or not.

"Well, Class of '28, we finally made it. I know sometimes it felt like it was never going to happen, but I think it's been worth it. We've done a lot to get to this point: studying, homework, making friends, sometimes losing them, fallen in love, had our hearts broken, laughed, and cried. We've made mistakes; some of them small, others big. But the world kept going on. And so did we, and today we continue to go on." Noah addresses his fellow graduates.

Rafael looks to his wife who has her hands clenched together looking at Noah with nothing but pride on her face, "I can't believe we are watching our boy graduate high school already."

Without looking away from their son giving a speech as class valedictorian Olivia merely nods her head saying, "I know."

At the conclusion of the ceremony Noah locates his parents, diploma in hand, "Mom! Dad! Over here!" He shouts to them in order to get their attention.

Olivia rushes toward Noah enveloping him in a crushing hug, "I'm so proud of you baby! Congratulations." She presses a kiss to his cheek before releasing him.

As Olivia steps away Rafael moves in, giving him a quick hug before clapping his hands to Noah's cheeks, "you did great up there hijo, the speech was perfect."

Noah blushes, somewhat bashful by his parents praise, though he is certainly deserving of it. Upon graduating Noah is the top of his class with a perfect GPA, acceptance into Harvard and Yale, and a decision to follow in his father's footsteps and go off to Cambridge in the fall to begin his undergraduate studies as a Pre-Law major. Neither Olivia nor Rafael could be any more proud of Noah and all the hard work he put into his life. His aspiration was to become an adoption lawyer and work as an advocate for children in custody battles, along with those removed from their parents care due to strict ICE regulations.

Hands still on his son's cheeks, Rafael meets his eyes, "you're going to do amazing things mi sol."

Ducking his head for a moment before looking back up Noah utters a quiet, "thanks Dad, I couldn't do it without you though."

"That's not true, but I appreciate it Noh," Rafael takes a step away.

Pictures are taken and parties are had before Noah has a summer of carefree fun until the end of August when he and his parents drive a car full of Noah's things on their way up north to Cambridge, MA.

It isn't easy to let him go and drive home but eventually Olivia and Rafael watch their little boy slip from their grasp as a young adult. They see him as often as is possible and they soak in his presence.

It is half-way through Noah's sophomore year that Olivia finally retires from the NYPD. She consults on cases and gives speeches here and there but the work load is nothing compared to her days as a detective and beyond. Now she is forced to face each day with an empty schedule, especially with Rafael still running his school.

He convinces Olivia to help with an outreach program for at risk youth that he is piloting as an afterschool program. She jumps at the opportunity, but hangs in the background, nervous of how the kids would react to a former cop. Once the program becomes more established she begins more direct interaction with the children taken in by the program.

Liv teaches them to navigate police officers and the system, acknowledges that there are obvious issues within the force, but tells them their best plan of action if they end up in any exchanges with cops. The program grows and builds and Rafael stops by when he can, very proud that his wife, in all her determination, was able to take something from his brain and make it a reality.

Rafael works through the end of Noah's undergraduate career. The school excels under his watch, though he will take no credit for this.

Never one to simply sit behind a desk Rafael teaches some Spanish classes, just one block for the first few years at the school. The longer he is there the more hands on Rafael becomes, highly motivated to prove how worthy, and how smart these kids are, he implements a law class as part of the history curriculum, it quickly becomes a highly sought after class and students have to be turned away each year.

The year 2032 rolls around, and in May Noah graduates Harvard with his bachelor's degree and a plan to sit for his LSAT in July, and a back-up planned for August just in case. Rafael assures Noah that won't be necessary but Noah possesses his mother's cautionary attitudes.

That fall Noah steps through the metaphorical gates of law school, three years after he is walking out for the final time. Cap and gown on and parents proudly by his side.

"I'm so happy for you hijo, I never doubted you for a second," and it's true Rafael never held any doubt that Noah was going to be anything short of extraordinary. "Te amo hijo."

"Gracias Papí, también te amo. Y gracias por no rendirte jamás conmigo. Tú y Mamí son héroes, quiero que te sientas orgulloso." Noah smiles at the man who has always been a fierce advocate for him and never treated him like anything less than his own flesh and blood. (Thank you Dad, I love you too. And thank you for never giving up on me. You and Mom are my heroes, I want to make you proud.)

Rafael is aging now, hair grey, face wrinkled, and the green of his eyes a bit duller than they had been but the life in him has not been phased by the aging body surrounding it. He is no less argumentative than ever, no less loving, certainly no less grumpy, and never has he been anything other than proud of seeing Noah grow up to be the man he is right now, standing before him.

"Oh Noah, I've always been proud of you, you know that." Rafael has to reach up a bit to pull Noah into him by the shoulders for a long embrace. He hears Olivia laugh off to his side and sees her putting her phone away after undoubtedly snapping a picture of the pair of men who fill her world so completely. With one arm still wrapped around Noah he waves Olivia over with the other, "come here Mamí, join the celebration."

Olivia swoops in to squish Noah and Rafael in her arms, joy flowing out of her.

Noah has a very serious girlfriend with whom he plans to settle down, in New York, much to his parents relief.

Liv and Rafa live in Queens now, in a nice house with a porch and a backyard. It is very well kept, inside and out, with Olivia maintaining a very beautiful garden and Rafael keeping order indoors. Eventually the sound of barefoot children running across hardwood floors fills the halls. They get a total of three grandchildren and couldn't be happier.

Once the oldest of the grandkids begins to talk Liv and Rafa discuss what they would like to be called, and because Liv had nothing from her childhood to go on, they settle on Abuelita, and Abuelito.

Noah, and Lupe, attempt to get their little boy to call his grandparents by these names, but it is just too hard for him.

When babysitting Rafa holds baby Benson, named in honor of his grandmother, in his arms and repeats Abuelito over and over in a bid to hear it said back. One day Benson manages, "Tito," which settled in Rafael's heart and that's all he wants to be referred to by his grandchildren from then on.

Olivia takes a similar approach as Rafael and Benson deems her, "Aba."

Eventually Rafa turns 85 and he and Liv sit side by side on their porch looking at nothing in particular while on the wooden swing hanging from overhead. Shifting slightly so she is able to rest her head on Rafa's shoulder Liv accidentally tugs on the blanket.

"Mi amor, stop trying to steal all of the blankets," Rafa chides.

Not relinquishing her spot Olivia grumbles back at him, "you are getting senile old man, I am not, nor have I ever stolen all the blankets. That would be your M.O. my dear."

"That is categorically untrue," Rafa bites back.

Liv pokes at his side to shush him. She had planned a small gathering with their family for dinner earlier in the day to celebrate him turning 85 years old, now it is just the two of them, quietly enjoying each other's company.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're just picking a fight for fun," accuses Olivia.

Rafael takes her hand in his and presses his lips to her knuckles, "squabbling with you when we are 85, it's more than nice. This is the only place I would hope to end up at this age. I love you Liv. Y siempre te amaré por todos mis días." (And I will always love you for all my days.)

Not moving from her spot Olivia clutches tighter to Rafael's hand, "I know Rafa, I love you too, more than I can say."

A/N: I had fun with this one, and I won't lie I was smile like a goofball while I wrote this part. Maybe you smiled while you read it? One can hope.

xx