A.N Thanks for all my reviews throughout the whole story! It's been great writing it - although I went through an "Argh! What do I do now?" phase in the middle. I'm happy with the epilogue. And I hope you are too.

Mil

Epilogue - 4 Months After

"This place is perfect..." Jude mused, squidging her toes in the sand. "It's got sea, sun, sand...everything. Everything but music, of course."

"Hey, that can be changed," Tommy argued, and he pulled his acoustic guitar out from behind him. "A song of your choice, Mrs Quincey. Which one will it be?"

"Surprise me," she sighed, and she laid her head on his knee. "It's so strange to think I'm no longer Jude Harrison. I'm Jude Quincey - yuck!"

"Hey," Tom said, pretending to look hurt. "I love my surname, and if you love me, you love ALL of me."

"I do, I was just kidding," Jude replied, and she squeezed her husband's leg affectionately. "Now, are you going to sing me a song or what?"

"O.K. O.K." Tom shut his eyes, and took a deep breath. "I hear thunder, sounds like a storm is brewing. I ponder on this gum I'm chewing-" Jude cut him off, mock-punching him and cringing.

"Ugh!" she cried, and Tommy dropped his guitar to hug her. "That was my depression song. I so do not need reminding of my amateur writing skills."

"It's a beautiful song," he argued. "Beause it was Raspberry Mint gum, right?" Jude lifted herself up to lay a kiss on his lips.

"No," she replied. "It was spearmint."

"There you guys are!" cried a feminine voice, suddenly, and the married couple spun around to see Jude's sister Sadie padding along the grains of sand towards them. "I was starting to think you'd disappeared into a tiki hut or something..." Jude blushed.

"Dad wants a toast," Sadie continued, and Jude and Tommy got to their feet.

"Are we ever going home?" Tom hissed in his wife's ear, and she held the end of her skirt in one of her hands. "I mean, I like Hawaii an all, but what about back home?"

"It's been four months," Jude replied. "And it's been suiting us fine. Can we at least wait until the baby's born? Sadie and Kwest love it out here."

"Fine," grumbled Tommy, but he clutched her hand tenderly, and wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders as her dad came into sight.

"I'd like to propse a toast," Stuart declared, and Tommy and Jude each took a drink from the table, raising their glasses. "To Tommy, and to Jude. The newlyweds who brought light back to our life." Jude smiled, fiercely determined not to cry. "For a while," Stuart proceeded. "This family was a mess - was it not? Vicky and I were constantly arguing, Sadie and Jude were fighting... Tommy and Kwest were...you know, Tommy and Kwest, but then something happened that made everything changed. As we know, Sadie and Tom were lost in the Arctic, and the family left behind were reunited in their panic and desperate hope. New relationships were born out of the return of the two travellers - those couples being Jude and Tommy-"

"Jommy," snorted a young cousin of Jude's.

"And Sadie and Kwest-"

"Kwadie!"

"And at first, neither were particularly supported, but now, Jude and Tommy are married - and expecting a baby, for Pete's sake - and Kwest and Sadie are engaged... hoping a long engagement, I hope," Stuart added, to laughter. "And Vick and I are finally on speaking terms again-"

A round of applause broke out, and Jude's mother emerged, scarlet red with embarrassment.

"So I hope you'll join me in drinking to our new and improved family!" concluded Stuart, and he sipped his champagne.

"Hear, hear!" interjected Jamie.

9 Months Later

Exhausted and sweaty, Tom returned from the beach and leant over the side of his child's cradle, checking she was O.K. Satisfied with what he found, he sat down at the desk in his office, and switched on the fan, relishing the cool air he received.

He put his hands behind his head, but as he moved his arms, he knocked a C.D off the table. Silently cursing, he leant down and felt for it, finding a leather-bound book instead. He placed it on the desk, and pulled it open to the last written page. It was his diary.

Dear Diary

Yes, yet another entry for the diary I had been so relunctant to keep. Jude had suggested keeping one to refer back to, for great song ideas. Personally, I thought it was a load of bull. But you just don't say that to your loved ones, do you?

Tom chuckled. He read on.

It turned out this thing came in useful. Jude was pretty much stuck for ideas, and I was feeling far too tired to lend a hand. I just threw her this thing and wished her luck. Next thing I knew, she had a #1 hit on her hands - entitled "Lilo" after our daughter. Lilo. Lilo Quincey. It just sounds so strange when I test it on my tongue over and over again. But Jude just had to follow the trend for ridiculously named babies, and she was always a fan of the cartoon - set in Hawaii, after all.

Lilo's nearly two months old now. Five whole months of crying in the middle of the night and demanding to be fed. We're still in Hawaii, but after our new record company Quincey Records suddenly soared and made us the big bucks, we were able to afford a great condo. Things really worked out for us.

Sadie and Kwest have promised to honeymoon here, after the big wedding. It'll be Lilo's first trip to visit her grandparents in Canada, the wedding. It's gonna be great - once Jude stops yelling about her post-baby weight and just admits she looks breath-taking in her maid of honour dress. Lilo off course looks adorable in baby pink - a perfect contrast against her tanned skin.

This is where the diary finished. Tom remembered now Lilo began wailing, and how he had had to abandon his diary for his daughter, as Jude was at the studio, making music.

He closed the book, and went into his bedroom - he shared it with Jude, of course - where suitcases lay on the double bed half-packed. They left for Canada tomorrow, and Tom could hear his wife bustling about in the closet as he came nearer. He called her name.

"Jude?"

"Yeah! One sec..."

"Are you O.K?"

"I'm fine, just wait one sec..."

Tom ignored her warnings, and barged on into the closet, where she stood in front of the mirror in the closet, smoothing the fabric of her dress on her flat stomach. She pulled a face as she spotted him.

"I told you to wait-"

"You look perfect," Tom remarked, and Jude blushed.

"It's the best I've looked in it yet," she said, not entirely agreeing. Tom shook his head.

"Perfect," he repeated. He entwined his fingers with hers, and leant down to kiss her, a daily necessity which meant there was hell to pay if he forgot it. Jude melted into the embrace, as she always did, and pulled away smiling.

"Do you love me, Tom Quincey?"

"I do," he replied. "And do you, Jude Quincey, love me?"

"I do," she answered, and he was already going in for another kiss. "I do I do I do- mmm..."

THE END.