Alright, ladies (and perhaps gentlemen), this is it. The final chapter of I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles. :) I want to thank everyone who has loyally read this series, but now it's over. :( Special shout outs to the following reviewers:
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You guys are awesome for keeping me going. :) Now then, I must say here is the final chapter of I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles. I hope you enjoy.

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Sephy

About five months later, Pete was out of the hospital and I was currently wheeling his cranky ass from the car towards his apartment. He was bitching about how he was fine and could walk and didn't need a damn wheelchair. I just rolled my eyes and then once inside we took the elevator up to his apartment. Finally, I got sick of his bitching.

"Pete Dunham, if you don't want to get wheeled around then just stand up," I exclaimed with a frustrated sigh. He blinked a moment before he nodded and then stood up. He wobbled a bit and I caught him before he gently brushed me off and then steadied himself before he walked out of the elevator and down the hallway. I wasn't far behind him with the wheelchair in front of me.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as I looked over at him. To be honest, I hope he didn't fall backwards when he opened the door, the poor guy. When he got to the door, he pulled out his key, unlocked the door and opened it. I was behind him in seconds as everyone inside of our apartment screamed," SURPRISE!" and jumped out to, well, surprise him. I laughed at the look of absolute horror and shock on Pete's face. I gently ran my hand through his now semi-shaggy hair. I wheeled him inside and shut the door. When I turned back around he was standing up, hugging everyone and laughing with them happily. I folded up his wheelchair and stuffed it in the kitchen between the fridge and cabinets. I grabbed a beer for both of us and walked up to him. I grinned and handed him the cold beverage. He takes it happily and kisses my cheek before he continues to catch up with everyone. Currently he was standing with Ike, Swill, and Bovver. I walked over to Terry and Steve, shaking my head somewhat.

"I wonder how long it will take for him to realize that Steve's back to normal," I heard Terry mumble. I chuckled.

"Who knows. His brain's a little fritzy lately," I murmured back. Terry grinned and ruffled my hair before I shook my head and glared playfully at him. I took a swig of my beer and turned to Steve.

"How're you, Stevie?" I asked. He smiled and hugged me sideways.

"I'm great, Baby Girl. How're you?" I looked around the room, starting with him and ending with Pete.

"To be honest, Stevie, I think…I'm pretty good right now." I smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"That's good to hear," he said before everyone seemed to go silent. I turned and saw that Pete was staring at me. No, he wasn't staring at me. I moved out of the way and smiled. He was staring at Steve. He darted towards him and hugged his brother close. I felt my eyes water at the sight. It had been a while since I had seen brotherly love like this between Pete and Steve so this was a rare spot in time. I wiped at my eyes as they moved apart from one another. I think made a motion for everyone to go back to what they were doing. As everyone started to chatter aimlessly with one another, I made my way in to the kitchen. Sure, the cheese, meat, and vegetable trays were out, but I knew these boys (and a few girls) needed real food so I started to cook.

It wasn't anything special. I just decided to cook Pete and Steve's favorite meal. It was a little something that their mother used to cook around celebrations and special occasions. I made sure to cook it just as she did, or tried to anyway. I obviously wasn't their mother, but I wasn't about to insult her memory by making changes to her meal. I made sure to include all of the "typical" English foods and even a few of Steve and Pete's favorites seeing as it was their little Welcome Home party. Once the table was set and places were set out with forks and knives and I turned down the music and everyone looked at me. I grinned and motioned towards the kitchen.

"Dinner is served… Just grab a plate and move down the line," I said and the boys cheered before rushing in to the kitchen. Jessica, Maria, and Laura stood beside me. Jessica was Terry's wife, Maria was Ike's girlfriend, and Laura was Swill's girlfriend. The four of us stood there and shook our heads.

"Sometimes I wonder if we're around for any reason other than food…" There was a pause.

"Sex," we all said before bursting in to giggles. We had to admit, it was pretty funny to think about, although we knew that our boys loved us for more than that. Well…I can only assume that about Pete, after all, we hadn't had sex yet. I had no doubt in my mind that it would happen, but for the moment, I doubted it would. Pete still needed to do a lot more healing and I wasn't about to let him hurt himself while trying to please me. Don't get me wrong, I was excited for the day, but I wanted Pete to be fully healed first.

After the guys got their first plates, the girls and I stepped in and grabbed whatever we wanted to eat before we stood around the little island arm that popped out of the wall. I poured us some wine, having downed my beer while cooking, and the four of us caught up. There was lots of laughing, "remember when", and hilarious stories of things our men did when no one but us was around. It was a fantastic time and to be honest, I needed to hang out with the three of them again. It was amazing fun.

At around two in the morning, everyone decided it was time to leave. So, a rather drunken Ike was pulled out the door by Maria, who shook her head and told him what a useless thing he was before they walked to the cab that they had called. I watched as Jessica sleepily leaned against Terry as he made his leave, grinning to us. I shook my head and leaned against Pete, who was actually acting pretty sober. Steve left shortly after they did before Swill was pulling Laura from an argument she was having with Bovver. I chuckled and shook my head. She wasn't going to win…or she was going to beat Bovver with a stick, whichever one. I sighed gently and waved to Bovver as he vanished and then looked around the apartment. I sighed gently and forced Pete to sit down while I began to clean up.

First I packed all the food away and placed them in to plastic containers before I began to recycle all the beer bottles and beer cans. I placed all the dirty dishes into the sink and then began to pick up any napkins or other trash. I then straightened up a little and started to vacuum. It was when I stopped vacuuming that I noticed that the water in the kitchen was running. I frowned somewhat before I put the vacuum away and walked in to the kitchen. I shook my head and grinned at Pete.

"I thought you hated doing the dishes," I commented. Pete turned and smiled at me.

"Yeah, well, you were cleaning up so I figured I could help out…just this once though." I laughed and shook my head as I walked up to him and kissed him softly before I turned and went back to straightening things up. Once I was done I plopped down on the couch and Pete was soon by my side. I smiled and leaned against him before I sighed softly and we just…sat there. It was silent, but not awkwardly or uncomfortably so. I looked up at Pete and grinned at him.

"I'm glad you're all right." Pete smiled back a little.

"Me too… And I'm still mad at you for even going to the wharf." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, come on, Pete. I had to. Matt had run off and I wasn't about to let him get killed. Besides, I kept Matt, Shannon, and Ben safe, didn't I? Don't tell me I didn't damn well help out." I pointed at him with my index finger as he opened his mouth. "Don't even mention you. You went to that wharf knowing you were probably going to get killed, we both did, but thanks to me, everyone stopped and pulled that bloody oaf off of you before he could smash your face in or your lungs in." I didn't hear any sort of aggravation coming from Pete. I looked at him and blinked as I saw that he was looking at me with…something in his eyes. I couldn't quite pin point it. I was about to ask him what he wanted when he kissed me. I have to admit, I was not going to pull away from this one. No way. This was different from most of the other kisses than we had ever exchanged and I had to admit, I liked it a lot more.

Once he pulled away, I blinked at him curiously, silently asking him what the hell that was about. He shook his head and pulled me close. I was seriously wondering what on earth was going through his head. I wondered if the medication he was supposed to be taking was kicking in and messing with his brain. I sighed softly. That was probably it. I stood up and Pete blinked at me curiously. I grinned and kissed his cheek.

"I'm taking a shower. I haven't taken one since last night, thank you. I had to help everyone set up today and distract you on the way here. I think I deserve a little bathing, don't you?" Pete chuckled and smacked my ass playfully as I shook my head once more and headed towards the bathroom. I grabbed my pajamas and took a nice, long, hot shower. I got out, dried off, changed, and then walked out to see Pete taking one of his medications. I smiled and gently ran my hand down his back. He turned and looked at me for the moment before he smiled and kissed my cheek.

"My turn for a shower," he said as he walked, rather slowly, to the shower. I sighed gently and plopped down on the couch. I was cautious about listening to the radio or the TV. I knew he was having issues walking and I didn't want him to fall in the shower and have me not hear him. It was sad, but true. He was damn well recovering from being in the hospital so I was a bit skeptical that he could just go skipping around his apartment without a care.

I heard the shower shut off and sighed as I heard the door open. I heard the door close and sighed gently as I turned on the TV and began to flip through the channels to see if anything was on. I smiled as I saw that the stations were all getting ready for Halloween since it was already the end of September. A gentle sigh escaped my lips before Pete stepped out of his room and looked at me. I looked up at him and smiled before patting the place beside me. He smiled back and sat down on the couch next to me. I cuddled up next to him and a gentle sigh escaped my lips once more as I felt perfectly at home.

"So what's on?" Pete asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.

"So far all the channels are getting ready for October. That's really all I can figure out as of now." Pete nodded.

"Awesome. You know Halloween's one of my favorite times of the year." I nodded with a chuckle.

"I do indeed, my dear, I do indeed." I paused. "I know it's not October yet, but wanna watch a scary movie?" I asked. He looked down at me after some thought and then nodded his head.

"Sure, what movie?" I shrugged.

"I dunno. You pick." He thought for a moment.

"Halloween," he said simply. I smiled and nodded.

"Sounds like a fantastic idea… Popcorn?" I asked. He smiled at me and nodded. I walked into the kitchen to pop the popcorn and Pete put the VHS in the VCR. Yeah, that's right, we're so poor we're still rocking the VHS tapes and the VCR, but to be honest, I kind of like them better than DVDs. I always get my DVDs and my CDs mixed up.

After the popcorn was complete, I walked back in to the living room, grabbed a blanket and cuddled up next to Pete before breaking the bag open. The room filled with steam and the smell of butter. We settled in and watched the horror flick. Wes Craven. The man was a genius.

Nothing terribly interesting happened during the movie so I'll skip to where it was over. I yawned and stretched before looking at Pete, who was knocked out. I giggled and rewound the tape while I threw away the bag of popcorn and folded up the blanket I was using. I then put the tape away and turned off the TV and VCR. I nudged Pete.

"Pete…sweetheart, let's get you to bed," I murmured gently as his eyes fluttered open. He smiled at me sleepily and nodded before I pulled him up and we stumbled in to the bedroom. I tossed his lazy butt down on the bed and climbed in beside him. I smiled and curled up next to him, my head resting on his chest. As we laid there, I tried to get to sleep and I guess Pete noticed that I couldn't and began to hum our favorite song. I grinned. "Fortune's always hiding… I've looked everywhere. I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air."

The End