IF YOU'E GOING BACKWARDS, THIS IS THE CHAPTER I MEANT TO POST AS CH. 10! PLEASE READ THIS FIRST THAN CHAPTER 11!

A/N: Ch. 10

So I'm focusing the story lines of the other characters for a bit, so I can move the story along. Still lots of Fremione though, don't you worry!

Hoping I've got the timing right, but I'm imagining it's about late July/early August. Let me know if that's completely wrong :)

This tangent with Harry, Ginny and Teddy is something I've wanted to read since forever. But, I've never found a really good fic with them while Teddy is still a baby and not a naughty toddler or an angsty teen. So if anyone's read one, please recommend it to me, I'm desperate!

.: *Aparecium*\:.

The next morning was quiet. Mrs. Weasley strutted around the kitchen, getting a large breakfast ready, though she had to admit it was mostly to distract herself from going to each of her children's rooms to check up on them. Fred and Hermione had worried her to no end the night before, though George, Arthur and Kingsley had promised her the two were now awake and felt just fine. George had been withdrawn and had gone to sleep in Percy's room to leave Fred and Hermione time to rest. She was whizzing around the kitchen, making up for the work Hermione had usually been doing for her, and made her realize just how much the young woman had taken upon herself.

Steps thundered down the levels of the Burrow, making Molly wince; for once not wanting any of her family to wake early after the hard day yesterday. Surprisingly, (though perhaps not after the noise of his entrance into the kitchen) Ron came around the banister, depositing himself into a seat at the long kitchen table.

"Mornin' mum, any breakfast ready yet?" Ron's voice was still scratchy with sleep, but Molly just rolled her eyes and handed him a plate of bacon and eggs. The house remained quiet besides Ron's loud chewing, and Molly fell into the rhythm of cooking once again. "Mum?"

Molly turned to face her youngest son, who had stopped eating for the moment. "Yes, Ronald?"

"Do you think it's wrong I didn't try to find my bond mate?"

"Oh Ronnie," Molly rushed towards him, sitting next to her baby boy and grabbing his hand. Ron, who would usually blush red at the extra attention, gripped his mum's hand while looking at the table in front of them. He had been the one to change the most of Molly's brood after the war. While the trio had told the Weasley's about their adventure, Molly intuitively knew there were instances they had not revealed to the family, including something Ron must have done that the three were very mum about.

"It's just that, Harry and Gin are happy, and even about to adopt Teddy," Molly struggled to contain her happy grin that always seemed to pop up whenever Teddy was brought up. Her first grandchild, and from her little girl! "And Hermione,"

Molly looked at Ron's face, looking for any form of jealousy, "Hermione?"

Ron nodded, still not looking at his mother, "With Fred. They're happy, right?" Molly nodded, unsure if she should say anything while Ron thought things through. Ron nodded, like he knew this already, which Molly realized he did, but hadn't mentioned it to anyone, everyone either ignoring him or assuming he didn't have anything to say about it.

"Yes sweetheart, I think they are very happy." Molly watched as Ron nodded to himself, twirling his fork around on his plate as he digested this. "You could be happy too Ron — even if you decide not to find your bond mate. But remember Ronnie," Ron looked up at his mother who was speaking very seriously, hoping to get through to him, "there's a girl out there who could be just as unsure about her mate, and is waiting to meet you." Ron's face went a bit red, looking down at the table.

"I hadn't thought about her end of things…"

"I didn't think you had, but I don't blame you Ron. And I'm sure she won't either. Everyone understands the strangeness of this situation you kids have been pushed into. Find her, and talk to her. Maybe she'll end up being someone you truly like." Molly spoke softly, real hope blooming in her chest as her youngest son nodded in agreement, and finished up his breakfast.

"Alright, tell Harry I've gone out then, yeah? I'm going to… go looking I guess." Ron gave his mother a small twitch of his lips, gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and walked out of the Burrow. Molly felt the shift in the air when Ron Apparated away, and the tightness in her chest released.

.: *Aparecium*\:.

Harry woke up with a slight headache, and immediately reached for Ginny. However, the reason for the pain in his head was found when his hands reached through the bedsheets and found them cool and empty. Remembering he had slept at the Burrow the night before after helping Fred and Hermione, he propped himself up on his elbow, and reached over the other side of the bed to grab his glasses off the nightstand positioned between his and Ron's beds. Once he could see again, Harry looked around the room to find Ginny sitting on the end of Ron's bed, flipping her wand back and forth in her hands.

"Gin?" Harry broke the morning silence, seeing Ginny jump from her name. She looked up, smiling at him in greeting, but not before Harry noticed the small frown marring her face. "Are you alright, love?" The smile slid off her face, and a small frown crossed her brow again.

Sighing heavily, Ginny went to sit in front of Harry on his bed, crossing her legs underneath herself. "Harry,"

"What's wrong, Ginny?" Harry reached his arms out to rub his hand over her shoulder in comfort. He knew she wouldn't allow any more than that, especially if she was so distressed by whatever was going through her head.

"I was just worrying, it's really nothing Harry."

"But you were worrying about something…"

Ginny gave him a look, one he knew meant she was trying to be angry with him but had found whatever he had done a bit cute. Harry grinned, trying to pull her closer. This time she allowed him to move her, but stayed sitting up to see him. "I'm unsure, I think, about raising Teddy."

Harry was a bit shocked if he was being completely honest with himself, "But, you seemed so…"

"Excited? I am, don't get me wrong," Ginny sighed, shifted around on the bed, "but I've thought about it, and, Harry, are we the right people to be raising him? I'm only just out of Hogwarts and probably have to redo my entire seventh year to be able to get a job. And, we've just came out of a war where you were Merlin knows where for most of it!"

Harry stayed silent, thinking over what Ginny had said, "He was in the war too, Gin." Ginny slumped, realizing exactly what he meant, "Maybe not actually fighting, but, Teddy is one of the reasons we had to fight. To give everyone the chance to live without fear. And now his parents are gone, Mrs. Tonks is gone, and he needs someone to keep protecting him." Ginny watched him, their eyes meeting one another's and not looking away until Ginny gave in.

"You're right," Ginny collapsed next to him, shaking now from the strain released from her body over her fretting. Harry tucked her underneath his chin, gathering her arms and legs up onto his lap giving her a large bear hug. Ginny let out a giggle at the odd hug, but appreciated the overwhelming love and warmth it gave her. "We seem too young to become parents."

Harry smiled wildly at the thought of having children with Ginny, even if they were adopting their first rather than conceiving, "My parents were almost this age when they had me."

Ginny peeked up at him, "But your parents were so in love, I'm sure fairytales could have been written about them."

Harry laved a kiss over her lips, drawing back to whisper to her, "So are we."

Ginny pushed him back, giggling again, "You sap!" Harry leaned back, taking her with him as he leaned against the wall acting as his headboard.

"My parents weren't always the perfect couple, you know? Everyone always said how in love they were, and a power couple. But, they were also friends before, and before that, pretty much declared one another enemies."

"Really?" Ginny looked up at him, trying to pat his hair down.

"Yeah, mum was always in the library or studying with her friends, while dad mostly spent his time goofing off and making trouble with the Marauders." Harry paused, a weird frown crossing his face. Ginny also had a weird sense of deja vu, and looked up into Harry's eyes.

"Er, doesn't that kind of sound like…"

"Hermione and Fred?"

"Let's definitely not tell them they act like the Potter's, Hermione may never forgive us, and Fred would never let us forget." They both pealed with laughter, trying to keep it quiet enough not to alert anyone they were in the same room so early in the morning. Even though they lived together at Grimmauld Place, Harry was adamant not to outwardly mention the fact they shared a bed around her family. He felt too shy about receiving any flack from Mrs. Weasley or ribbing from all her brothers.

Harry stopped eventually and left a sweet kiss on Ginny's cheek, "You'll be a wonderful mother. I couldn't have chosen a more perfect woman to become my wife, be the mother of my children, and grow old with."

Ginny flipped around, facing him with wide eyes shining with tears. "That sounds like a proposal Mr. Potter."

"Well," he shrugged and wrapped his arms around her waist, shyly crawling his fingers up her sides and causing a shiver to go through her, "if we weren't already bonded together by our very souls, I can assure you I would be doing that exact thing."

Ginny looked down at the dip in his shirt, pulling the vee of it down a bit with her finger, "I wouldn't mind if you still decided to. One day. Spontaneously."

Harry grinned wickedly, "We'll see Miss Weasley. Perhaps after you've mastered making pancakes the Muggle way."

Ginny slapped at his chest, suddenly aghast, "That was one time! The ceiling looks fine now!"

.: *Aparecium*\:.

Hermione woke up first this time. She knew she was still in the twins' room, and she also knew Fred was still asleep beside her. However, this time she didn't feel unsure or shy about him. The odd fuzzy feeling hadn't really left her, but had settled in her chest and dulled to the point where she just felt excited and content. She decided it was a form of withdrawal her body had felt from being away from her soul mate, and the researcher in her longed to look further into what had caused the bonds. However, the lovesick portion of her that needed to stay next to Fred overwhelmed that other part of her and she stayed in the bed watching Fred sleep. His freckles were dark against the paleness of his skin, and she skipped her fingertips over many of them as she mentally connected them into patterns.

"That tickles." Fred's scratchy deep voice mumbled in his sleep, waking up from Hermione's ministrations.

"Sorry, I like your freckles in the morning. They look different." Fred cracked an eye open to look at her, raising a brow tiredly. Hermione blushed, but didn't look away, "Weird, I know. Sorry."

"Don't apologize, love. I love your hair in the morning." He grinned now, stretching his arms up over both of their heads. Hermione lifted one hand up to touch her hair, cringing when she felt the massive puffy curls now adorning her head.

"Wonderful. And I know Ginny used the last of the hair potion on it yesterday." She sighed and looked down at Fred who was, to his word, looking all over her curls while grinning. "You'll have to help me deal with this later. It usually takes two people when it gets to this point." If possible, Fred's grin became even wider and he sat up to lean against the wall by the propped up pillows.

"No problem 'Mione. I don't particularly feel like leaving your side today."

Hermione smiled back, "I feel the same." She leaned in slowly, watching his eyes grow a shade darker as he watched her lips. Pausing before kissing him, Hermione felt herself whisper, "Good morning."

Fred's grin turned decidedly sappy while his eyes were blown almost completely black with arousal, "Good morning, my love." and he leaned in the rest of the way, giving Hermione a lovely morning kiss. Once she felt the urgent need for a breath, Hermione leaned back and grabbed his and her wand from the small table between Fred and George's beds.

"Now Mr. Weasley, please be gentle." Fred smiled softly and motioned with his finger for her to spin around. Hermione twisted herself to face the opposite wall, sitting in between Fred's open legs. She grabbed a section of her hair and began to cast small silky charms, casing her curls to unwind and tame themselves. After watching her do this a few times, Fred took up a piece of her hair and began working along with her. It was a pleasant feeling, Hermione at many points paused just to close her eyes and feel Fred running his fingers through her hair softly and gently.

"Relax 'Mione, I'm almost done anyway." Fred says into her ear, and Hermione feels compelled to drop her wand arm and lean back into his chest. Fred continues to smooth her hair, brushing through the small knots that wouldn't come all the way undone from his wand. There was one more tug and Hermione felt Fred lower his arm around her waist, curling her body back into his chest. "All finished."

"Thank you, Freddie." Hermione says over her shoulder, feels him nod his welcome into her shoulder, and relaxes further into him. Fred watches her melt into him, feeling a warmth in his chest that isn't just from her body heat warming his front. He can't stop himself from wrapping both arms around her waist so tightly he brushes his own sides with his fingertips. His nose is already brushing against her now silky smooth hair, so he leans in a bit more to nuzzle the tip of his nose through the hair to find her ear. Feeling almost drugged, Fred traces the shell of her ear with the tip of his nose, reveling in the shiver it elicits from Hermione. Breath coming harsher, Fred slowly continues his path down the curve of her jaw, touching the tip of his nose or the edge of his lips along the way, passing her jaw and avoiding her lips. Once he was near her neck, Fred released his held breath and caused Hermione to seize from the feeling it gave her.

"Fred," Hermione gasps out, her back arching on its own. Fred ignores it, closing his eyes to not get distracted by the breathy moans now coming from the beautiful witch in his arms. His hands clench at her hips before he makes his fingers uncurl and grasp her hips to keep her in place. Feeling her move around too much would definitely break his concentration. With his lips now at her throat, Fred felt too riled to continue and stayed there for a moment, leaving small kisses along the length of her neck for a few heated moments.

"Fred." Hermione says again, but this time Fred pulls back to look into her eyes, which are a tender soft brown now. "I don't expect anything," He watched her a moment, flummoxed by what she could mean. Hermione blushed a bit, but didn't look away, feeling this was important to get across. "I mean, I don't, er — you don't have to do that, if you're uncomfortable."

"Why in Merlin's name would you make me uncomfortable?" Fred asked her. If it was possible, Hermione blushed an even darker red, beginning to doubt herself for starting this conversation.

"Well, I know I've never really been your type, and I know there were, uh, rumours about you and George at Hogwarts. And I don't need to know if they were true! But, uh, don't feel like you're obligated to do anything with me."

"Obligated? Granger —" Fred shook his head, but Hermione continued on to interrupt him.

"I mean, we'll have to eventually have children, since that's the purpose of this whole soul bond charm — to reproduce — but I'll understand if you'd rather ignore me otherwise,"

"Hermione!" Fred nearly shouted, stopping Hermione from continuing to ramble on. "Where the bloody hell did all this come from? When did you get the impression I wouldn't want you? Unless," now Fred paused, unsure of himself, "you don't want me?"

"No!" Hermione burst, turning completely around, hugging her legs to herself so she wouldn't tangle up with Fred.

"Well, then what? Hermione," Fred reached out, and cuffed the bottom of her chin with the edge of his knuckle, gently turning her face up to him, "do you not know just how bloody beautiful you are? I can get George to validate it; I've had a crush on you since the ruddy Yule Ball."

Hermione was shocked, staring at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, "Since what? Fred, I was only in my fourth year!"

"So? You've always been a looker Granger, but that year my eyes were also opened to that brilliant head of yours. You're clever, Granger, so clever and smart and brilliant that I've known I loved you since then." Fred stops, realizing what he's said, but doesn't recede his words. Instead, he watches Hermione as she processes everything he's told her.

"Oh." Is all she manages to say.

"Yeah," Fred says back, his chest beginning to feel as if Hagrid were sitting on it. Suddenly Hermione launches herself into his arms, her lips pecking kisses all over his face, wherever she is able to reach. "'Mione?"

"Merlin, Fredrick! I love you too." She gasped out, and Fred leaned back to see her looking at him happily, her eyes shining and her lips parted with a gleeful grin. Grinning devilishly down at her, Fred swooped down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss unlike any they'd shared before. Eventually he pulls away, cupping her cheeks in his hands to look at her face, allowing her to watch his at the same time.

"I love you," He says again, and Hermione smiles and repeats the new phrase, both giddy with the newness and comfort they'd created together. "I wasn't joking, Granger. You are beautiful."

Hermione blushed prettily and looked away from his face for a split second, but Fred didn't miss it. He knew she was still thinner from the year away with Harry and Ron, and had yet to regain all the weight she had lost from poor eating and stress. Her eating habits had gotten considerably better since May, and almost three months later, she always took second helpings during Sunday family dinners. He also knew she had kept the dramatic weight loss from Harry and Ron, so had not received any support from her best friends. From this, Fred also realized she felt… lacking. He had failed to remind her of just how brilliant she is, and recognized it was his job and duty to remind her of that fact every day for the rest of their lives. He leaned down and placed a loving kiss to her forehead before grazing her lips. 'Starting now.' he thought to himself.

.: *Aparecium*\:.

Harry sat stoically in his chair, back ramrod straight, however he couldn't stop the slight slouch to his shoulders under the incredulous eye of the worker they were meeting in the Department of Lost or Orphaned Young Witches and Wizards. The woman had to be in her late twenties, but had been staring at Harry and Ginny like a first year seeing their first game of Quidditch. Ginny had only given Harry a meaningful look before seating herself and introducing the both of them to the worker. Miss Fletling, as she had stuttered in introduction, was meant to be going over their credentials and suitability to Teddy. She had at one point insinuated that they were too young to be parents but had quickly rescinded her statement when Ginny looked chuffed and Harry had simply sat forward. 'Though of course, being such important benefactors to the War, I'm sure you're quite able!' At the moment, Harry was blocking her out as she stuttered over the names included in the Lupin's will regarding Teddy's care.

"H-Harry James Potter is the rightful guardian and godfather to Edward Remus Lupin. Should he accept, Mr. Lupin will be placed in the full custody of Mr. P-p-potter, and should she be willing, his future spouse." Here Miss Fletling paused and looked Ginny over. Ginny had not taken well to the woman, and stared her down until the woman went back to reading. "Er, Miss Weasley, if you are in fact willing, I will require your signature here —" Ginny swiped the quill off the desk, scrawling her name elegantly, pausing a moment before scribbling something else as well. Harry was overcome with enough curiosity to lean forward and peek. A large, goofy smile lit his face as he read Ginevra Weasley-Potter on the line stating herself as his future wife, and official second guardian of Teddy Lupin. "Er, yes, right, wonderful. Mr. P-Potter, if you would also sign here please." Miss Fletling turned the scroll to Harry, who signed his name underneath Ginny's. Miss Fletling pulled the contract back and double checked everything before rolling it up. An owl sitting to the left of her desk perked up and stuck his leg out for her to tie the roll to him. Once the owl had been sent off, Miss Fletling seemed to regin a bit of decorum and stood, straightening her robes out.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley, would you like to see Mr. Lupin?" Ginny grabbed Harry's hand, squeezing it in either excitement or support, Harry couldn't be sure, but it helped him with both. He nodded at the worker, and led Ginny out of her chair as Miss Fletling moved to enter the room adjoined with her office. Harry didn't let go of Ginny's hand, and Ginny refused to allow him if he tried as they followed Miss Fletling. The adjoining room was set up like a nursery, with toys and blankets, and a crib scattered around. Another young woman was sitting at the table set up with a swaddled baby in her arms, cooing and waving his arm around.

Ginny gave his hand a sharp squeeze, honestly drawing Harry out of the shock he found himself in. He was meeting his godson. He was going to take his godson home, with his fiancee, and they were going to raise him. Together. Until he moved out. Or went to Hogwarts; whichever ended up driving the poor kid out of the house first. Harry had no reference from his own parents on how to raise a baby. But Ginny, Ginny had told him they wouldn't be alone. The family would always be there, and Harry was reminded of how lucky he was to have found the Weasley's. And now, Teddy would be just as lucky to have found the lovely family Harry had.

"Oh Harry, look at him." Ginny whispered, now directly over the young woman, a nurse, Harry thought. She held herself better than Miss Fletling had under the pressure of meeting Harry Potter, but still shakily asked Ginny if she would like to hold him. Ginny looked at Harry as if for permission, and Harry chuckled.

"He's yours too, Gin." Ginny grinned, her eyes looking decidedly wet as she turned to the nurse and nodded that she wanted to hold the baby. The nurse had her sit down first to help steady her, and passed Teddy carefully into his new guardian's arms. Harry watched as Ginny became enraptured by the child, instinctively rocking him gently when he fussed at being passed around. A tiny hand emerged from the blankets, and Ginny laughed wetly, giving her pointer finger to the hand, watching as all five tiny fingers wrapped around it.

"Harry," her voice broke as the emotion of the moment caught up to her fully and she cried. Miss Fletling excused herself while the nurse stayed, probably to make sure they were comfortable together. Harry found himself walking closer and moving to kneel beside Ginny's chair. He wrapped one arm around Ginny's shoulders to lean in, and immediately felt a wave of love run through him.

Teddy Lupin was indeed his mother's son. The small tuft of downy baby hair on his head was a bright, unnatural turquoise colour. It was so reminiscent of Tonks' pink that Harry had to swallow a lump in his throat as he remembered Teddy wouldn't know those small features of his parents, like he hadn't know about his. It was up to him now to be both caretaker and storyteller. Harry continued to watch Teddy, marveling at the cooing and soft cries made with every wiggle. Without meaning to, his empty hand reached out and cupped the back of Teddy's head, helping Ginny support him, and he suddenly and completely felt whole.

.: *Aparecium*\:.

Hermione was the one to finally suggest they remove themselves from the bed and join the family downstairs. Fred was more reluctant, trying to convince her he was much better company than everyone else. His arm was still stinging from the powerful slap she'd given it when he suggested a few ways he could keep her occupied. But, he was proud of himself if his smirk said anything as they descended the many floors of the Burrow, past the small hall connecting the living room to the kitchen space, and into the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley however was not there, and neither was anyone else.

"Strange…" Hermione stated, going into the kitchen to make them cups of tea from the warm kettle. Molly couldn't have been gone long if the water was still warmed. Fred propped himself next to her by the stove, blocking her into the corner as she tended to the tea. Hermione leaned back into his side, not looking away from the tea, but knowing he would be there. Fred smiled, and placed a kiss to the top of her hair, as he had began as a habit before fighting, and fully intended to start it again.

"Told you it would have been better to stay in bed." Fred quipped, receiving a playful glare from Hermione, but she didn't say anything further. Fred leaned into her side, watching her fiddle with all the teas before selecting her favourite and adding it to both of their mugs. "I love you." he says without preamble, and grins when Hermione's fingers fumble the teaspoon. She looks up at him and the corner of her mouth twitches up to form a dimple, and stands on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

"I love you." Fred can't stop the sappy grin and doesn't mind when Hermione rolls hers eyes at him and continues to tend to the tea. Once it's finished, she hands him one and turns to face the same way as him, both now facing out to the dining area.

"Where's your mother?"

"Good question,"

A shout from the living room caused Fred and Hermione to tilt their heads in sync to look around the doorway. Molly was just bustling into the kitchen, motioning both of them closer.

"Goodness you two, you walked right past us! I don't know what's going on in your heads to have missed such a thing!" Molly fussed around them a moment, tugging at Fred's shirt like she was looking for a tear he'd made like he and George had always managed to make when tussling in the yard. Hermione watched her, amusement clear across her face while Fred mock glared at her over his mother's head.

"Mum really, I'm fine. We're both perfectly fine, and promise never to be more than ten feet away from one another." Fred grinned at the glaring looks he received from his mother and partner at that comment, though Hermione seemed also to enjoy the idea.

Mrs. Weasley eventually stopped tutting over them and counter. "Come along then, there's someone you two need to meet before the rest of the family shows up. Ginny's being so careful with him, bless her, and doesn't want too much noise to scare him."

Hermione, originally frowning after Molly as they were led into the next room, suddenly perked up when it dawned on her just what day it was, "Did they get—?" But she stopped, as the picture in the living room was answer enough for them.

Harry and Ginny sat on the largest couch in the room, both slumped enough into the back to look smaller than they really were, and their heads were both cowed over the small lump of blankets balanced on Harry's lap. Ginny looked up at them, allowing Fred to notice her eyes were red from crying, but the large smile directed his notice away from them.

"Hi," His sister whispered to them, motioning them to step closer. Fred pushed Hermione to go ahead of him, sure she wouldn't step forward unless he made her. Hermione tentatively stepped to them, sitting down very carefully next to Harry, and nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. Harry looked over and smiled a her, giving Fred a watery grin as well. Hermione leaned in and gave a soft little sigh, like she was shocked at what she saw.

"Well hello Mr. Lupin," Hermione says down into the blankets, reaching her fingers in to stroke at a piece of downy hair, and cup the dimple in the tiny baby chin. Fred would have stepped forward to meet his new nephew, but he was too enthralled with watching Hermione interact with the baby. Ginny gave him a questioning look, but he gave her some excuse that she seemed to buy but he had no recollection of what he had said. He couldn't move, and felt like he hadn't blinked since Hermione had sat down. Now, Ginny was carefully transferring the small Teddy into Hermione's willing arms, and Fred watched as her face melted into a silly grin, not looking away from the baby once.

"She's going to be a wonderful mother, Freddie." His mother had snuck up beside him, watching the new family introduce themselves. Fred started enough to cause Molly to chuckle at him.

Fred frowned down at his mother playfully, a cunning grin cutting across his cheeks, "Don't be putting ideas in her head just yet mother dearest. I haven't wrapped my head around this whole thing yet."

"But you will be having children eventually dear; you couldn't keep Hermione away from the idea I think," she nodded her head down to Hermione, who was now tucking the blanket back from Teddy's head, revealing his dark caramel hair. Fred was stuck on the image.

"We'll see, mum."

Molly frowned, but watched her son watch his mate, and shared a secret smile with herself. "I suppose we will, dear."

.: *Aparecium*\:.

A/N: Sheesh, this was too long in my opinion, but I hope you've all liked it.