Hey babes! FINAL CHAPTER! Wow. What a ride this has been. Thanks for coming along with me on this adventure. It's been really fun to finally bring to life this story that my friend and I created a few years ago.

Enjoy!

*3 years later*

Stretching her arms up above her head, Skye breathes in deeply, her body slowly relaxing and waking up from another night of peaceful slumber.

Carefully untangling herself from the strong arms wrapped comfortable around her waist, she throws the covers off her body and stands from the bed.

"Alright, Max, go ahead."

Their German Shepherd immediately stands from his own dog bed in the corner of the room and makes his way up onto the large master bed.

Skye rolls her eyes at the sight of Max curled up against her boyfriend, Grant's arm instinctively snaking around the dog. "You two are ridiculous," she mutters under her breath, feigning annoyance despite the faint smile on her lips.

Since the day they adopted Max from the local shelter he and Grant are always attached at the hip. Grant never goes anywhere without Max, he helps keep him calm. That's one thing they realized not long after they arrived.

Being constantly on the move was a good way for Grant to keep his head occupied, but once they decided to settle down, and found a decent therapist for Grant, they soon learned that they needed to find a way for Grant to keep himself grounded, a way other than her.

Thankfully, it didn't take them too long to find Max and it was an instant connection between the two. She loves how close they are, that Max truly does help Grant calm down when he's close to having a panic attack. For a while she thought that she'd be the only one to ever be able to help him. But Max is definitely the next best thing.

The only thing she doesn't like is how when they first got Max the dog tried to shove her out of the bed whenever it was time to sleep. And he was just a puppy. So they made a rule.

Max sleeps in his own bed in the room, just in case Grant ever needs him, and then when she gets out of bed, because she always wakes up first to get ready for the day ahead, Max can curl up with Grant until he wakes up.

And it seems to be working pretty well for them so far.

Casting one last smile at the scene, she turns and makes her way into the bathroom to start getting herself ready. The very beginning of getting herself ready. She still needs her coffee.

Once she's finished in the bathroom, she shuts off the light and crosses back through the bedroom to the door, and out into the hallway.

Shuffling her way through the house and into the kitchen, Skye lets out a large yawn as she walks over to the coffee machine and hits the button to start it up. Setting her phone on the marble countertop, she rises a little on her toes to grab a travel mug and a regular mug out of the cupboard in front of her, setting them both on the counter.

She steps over to the corner of the room, leaning down to refill Max's food bowls, before returning to where the coffee maker is.

A soft ping from her phone draws her attention and she grabs the device, holding it up in front of her, a small smile gracing her lips at the new message.

It's Girl's Day! See you soon! You better not be late. :*

She laughs quietly and slides her thumb across the screen to reply to the message.

Can't wait. :)

She hits send and then locks the device again, setting it on the counter as she leans back and waits for the coffee to finish. She stares out the window in front of her, watching a few birds fly among the trees.

She loves Girl's Day, a monthly tradition that started not too long after she and Grant arrived in their town and got to know their neighbors. Her best friend in the town and next-door neighbor, Emily, was excited to have someone new to show around town and it was a pretty quick and easy friendship between the two. Emily suggested a Girl's Day after Skye and Grant finished getting settled in, as a way for Skye to relax after the stress that comes with moving to a new town, as well as to get to know more of the town and its people. They both loved the day so much that they made it a point to do it again the following month. And three years later the tradition is still alive and kicking. It's definitely one of her favorite days.

She has a lot of those, though, favorite days. Most of them have to do with Grant, the man she loves most in the world and can't imagine her life without. She honestly doesn't know who or where she'd be without him. He's her home.

Her smile widens just a bit when her eye catches sight of the small hula doll sitting on the windowsill above the kitchen sink. The pleasant aroma of the freshly brewed coffee slowly wafts into her nose.

"I'm pretty sure the doctor said no coffee."

She smiles at the familiar, muscular arms snaking themselves around her waist a few seconds later. She instinctively leans back against the chest behind her.

"He said I'm allowed one cup a day, and I'm going to drink it for as long as my body will let me, so please relax."

He sighs. "Fine. But you know I'm just looking out for you, right?"

She turns around in his arms and rests a hand on his cheek, absentmindedly rubbing her thumb against his light stubble. "I know. And I love that. But please don't try to take coffee away from me. I need it to survive."

He laughs quietly, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. "I promise."

She smiles against his lips. "Good." She leans back and takes a deep breath. "Do you work today?"

He shrugs. "Kind of. I have a session in a few hours so Max and I are just going to go over to the shelter to make sure things are on track for the adoption fair coming up." He glances down at the German Shepherd already at his food bowls in the corner of the room. "I really hope the turnout is good this time around."

"I'm sure it will be," she tells him. "You've done a great job with it the last couple of years, making it better and better each time."

He smiles. "Thanks. What are you up to today? I know you have the day off, so any big plans?"

"Girl's Day," she tells him, turning to the coffee machine.

He nods. "Ah, right. I almost forgot it was that time again."

"And I'm telling Emily."

"You are?"

She nods. "Mm-hmm. I know it's still really early and the risks are still pretty high, but she's my best friend and I want to tell her."

"I think you should," he says. "It'll be nice for you to have someone other than me to talk to about this with."

"She's also going to be extremely excited," Skye says with an amused smile.

"She certainly will be."

Things are quiet for a moment as Skye pours some coffee into the travel mug on the counter and secures the lid on top, humming quietly to herself.

"I love you."

Skye turns toward her boyfriend and smiles softly. "I love you too."

He shakes his head and shifts a little on his feet. "No, I really, really love you, Skye. I just...I don't think I can convey in words how much I love you."

"So don't," she says. "I know you love me, Grant. And I'm never going to doubt that for a second. You're my home, and that'll never change. You're my world, my everything, and I love you so damn much it's probably considered very cliché at this point."

He smiles. "Marry me."

She stills, her breath catching in her throat and her hand tightening around the travel mug. "What?"

"Marry me," he repeats. "I don't have a ring right now because I guess this is kind of a spur of the moment thing, but we love each other and we're going to be parents in a few months so let's get married. It doesn't have to be right away, if you want to wait until after the baby is born that's fine, but I think that we should get married. I want us to get married."

He breathes slowly, watching her face carefully and waiting for her to say something.

"I mean...I wouldn't be entirely opposed to the idea," she says with a tiny hint of a smile on her face. "And I think...I think I'd actually like to get married before the baby comes. It doesn't have to be crazy or extravagant, or right away, just something small with the people closest to us. Maybe Abby, Fitz, and Mack would even be able to make it for a couple of days."

"So is that a yes, then?" he asks hopefully, a smile starting to grow on his lips.

Skye nods her head and smiles, rising on her toes to kiss him slowly, threading her fingers of one hand up into his hair. "It's a yes."

So? What did you think? Let me know in a review down below. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

And no, this will not be the last you see of these two lovely humans in this universe. I do have some more fun one-shots planned out. Just have to finish writing them. :)

Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!