A/N: Well, here it is, the very last chapter! Thank you so VERY much for reading faithfully!

Chapter 11

It was the next morning and the apartment was empty. We had already made one trip to the house with most of the boxes and now we were loading up furniture, mattresses, and bulkier items.

The house was ours now, we had painted each of the babies' rooms, Ruby's pink and green and Ryan's a blue. We had made the kitchen our own, although it wouldn't be used much with pictures on the fridge and the hope of a child's drawings on them soon.

We had flowers planted in the box out front and a sign hung "Welcome the Fitz Home", a present form Ezra's parents. We were living the American dream.

I had graduated and was now teaching a creative writing class at Hollis and Ezra was teaching an advanced British Literature Class, one of the best at Hollis.

I still go back to my final moments at the apartment when I was making sure everything was packed up when I walked into where the bed used to be and saw a white square on the floor.

On the flip side of the square was a photo- the first photo Ezra and I ever took together. We both had bags on our heads but it was, nonetheless, one of my favorites of us. I smiled, slipped it into my purse and looked at the empty apartment. Our history was written in the walls. The smells of reheated pasta and Chinese takeout lingered. The messiness was still present and most of all, the memories were scratched into the floors.

The first night I came to his apartment. The tears splashing to the floor, the fights fought, the love made. The baby puke on the furniture, the ever growing love between the four members of a family. The family that was mine. The family that I loved and would do anything for.

As I walked out of the apartment that day, taking the spare key from the mat, I sighed. We would make new memories. As a single, lone tear rolled down my face as I walked away from apartment B-26, I kissed goodbye the most wonderful part of my life, the whirlwind romance I had with the love of my life, Ezra Fitz.

A/N: admit it, you cried. AND THEY FINALLY DID IT! Yay!