Amy and Ephram nervously walked to the front door of the Abbott's house. "Now listen, Eph. I'm not sure how my father's gonna react to us moving into the cabin, so please, don't get your hopes up."

"I know," he smiled, "but at least we can try." They slowly walked into the house, and it looked the same as it always did. Perfect. It was amazing it still was considering all that Rose went through with Chemotherapy, but she was better, and her case was considered miraculous.

"Mom?" Amy yelled through the hollow home, "Daddy?"

"Amy? Is that you?" Dr. Abbott came rushing down the stairs and into the living room where Ephram and Amy were. "Amy!" he hugged his daughter tightly, and shook Ephram's hand. "Ephram, how are you?"

"I'm great, Dr. Abbott, thanks. And yourself?"

"I'm fine, thank you. And call me Harold. No need to be proper with me, you've been dating Amy for five years now."

"Okay," he laughed, "Harold."

"Listen, Dad, Ephram and I have something to ask you."

"Oh?" he perked up with curiosity, "well, let's go into the kitchen, then." the two followed him and glanced at each other quickly. "You two want something to drink?"

"No thanks, Harold."

"Yeah, I'm okay, Daddy, thanks."

"Okay." They all sat down at the table, and Harold twiddled his thumbs in patience.

"Well, as you know, Ephram and I have been living together for quite some time, now."

"Yes..." Harold reluctantly said. He liked Ephram and all, but the fact that his daughter was even living with a guy made him a bit uncomfortable, but, he trusted Ephram.

"Well, we were thinking... The apartment we have is great and all, but we'd really like to live somewhere else. Somewhere quieter and more 'Everwood' like."

"Uh-huh..."

"Like... the cabin."

"The—cabin?" he tilted his head a little, and Ephram piped in.

"Yeah, I mean, we know you've been fixing it up for quite sometime now, but Amy and I were hoping that we could move in there. I mean, we'd pay for it, we're not expecting it to be free or anything."

"Ephram... Amy... I don't know."

"Well why not, Dad?"

"Honey, I just... I don't know if I like the idea of you two buying a house together just because you're dating."

"I know, dad, but Ephram and I--"

"Honey, can you go in the other room for a sec, I wanna talk to Ephram alone."

"Um... okay. Sure." she was confused, but went into the living room. As soon as he knew that his daughter was gone, Harold started speaking to Ephram, sternly.

"Ephram, where exactly did you get this idea from?"

"I just... love Amy, and she loves me and the apartment wasn't right for us, and we love this cabin."

"Uh-huh." he thought for a moment. "Ephram... do you want to marry my daughter?" Ephram was completely thrown off guard by that question, but yet, he really was thinking about it.

"Um... well, I--"

"Be honest."

"Yeah. Yes. I do want to marry Amy, but I don't know if she's ready."

"She is." he replied, without a doubt in mind.

"How do you know?"

"Well, for one, she's my daughter, and I know all of her emotions by heart. And two, she won't stop talking about it, Ephram." He was in shock. He didn't think that Amy was thinking about it just like he was.

"Really? Wh-what does she say?" he was nervous, yet excited at the same time.

"Well, every time your names' brought up in a conversation between her, her mom, or I, her sentences usually start with something like, 'when Ephram and I are married...' or 'at mine and Ephram's wedding...' it's pretty obvious." Ephram couldn't help but smile when he heard that. He loved Amy even more now, if it was possible. When she came back in, he just looked at her and smiled, but she, of course, had no idea why, but she liked it. After a little more talking, Ephram and Amy were soon signing papers... claiming that the cabin was now theirs.