This is officially the last chapter! Ha. I guess it's just random drabble to tie this story up with a nice little bow. Thank you everyone who read. You're amazing. :)

"I swear to God she hates me."

"She's four months old. I doubt she hates anyone."

"Do you see this? This glare she has locked on me? That is infant hatred."

"Vanessa, our daughter does not hate you."

"How do you know? You're not in her mind," the two women laughed. Their daughter's bright blue eyes watched them intently as they shared a moment before turning back to the funny green-eyed brunette. She let out a baby giggle after pulling Vanessa's hair and receiving a playful glare.

"Where's Anina, anyway?" Spencer asked.

"Heck if I know."

"Aren't you two like, together?" Ashley interjected.

"Umm . . . no. We are so not."

"You should be."

"Oh you've turned into love counselors now, have you? I don't think so. I'll be having none of that."

"Hey guys!" came from inside the house before the owner of the voice appeared on the deck, "Sorry I'm late. I had to pick up the cover art for the EP."

"Oooh! Let me see it!" Vanessa bounced up and down like an impatient child in her chair waiting for Anina to give her the disc.

"So anina, why aren't you and Vanessa dating yet?" the girl spit out the sip of the drink she had just taken.

"What? Just because you two have been married for a year and a half doesn't mean you can start matchmaking."

"You two are so perfect for each other!" overlapping exclamations of protest came from both women.

"I'm just going to get another beer. Anyone else want anything?"

"Yes, please. Thank you Ness."

"Seriously, you guys should get together."

"If it will get you to shut up, I'll ask her."

"Great! Let's go down in the sand," Vanessa re-appeared with two beers and they went out to sit on the beach with the small child in Spencer's arms.

"You know, Nessa, you never did tell me what it was you were doing on your business trip that happened to follow me around."

"Ha. No I didn't."

"What were you doing?"

"Good question."

"Answer it."

"Uh . . . no."

"Come on."

"Hmmm. I'm gonna say . . . no."

"Fine, I'll just make you babysit Nicole here by yourself."

"What? You can't do that?"

"I can, and I will."

"I hate you Ashley. God. I was a profiler. For Interpol."

"What?"

"Yeah. I was always really good at reading people so they would put me in the room with the accused to determine the likelihood of their guilt."

"That's funny."

"How is that funny?"

"You worked for the International Police."

"Yes."

"You're like, the least law abiding person I know. Miss It-Is-Not-Breaking-and-Entering-Just-Entering."

"It was! The door was open."

"Sure, sure."

"Whatever. Watch the sunset."

"Oh we will, and we'll enjoy it."

"Good."

"Hey Vanessa. You want to go out with me?"

"Yes. I would love to," she huffed sullenly.