A/N: I can't believe that I've finally finished this story. To be honest, this is my first chapter fanfic that I've finished. I'm pretty proud of myself to be honest. Anyway, I do have plans on making a sequel in the distant future, but for now I need to focus more on revising and editing my novel/writing the second one in the series. If anyone would like to help me out by being a beta reader for that, shoot me a private message. For now, I'll probably post the occasional one-shot.

I'd like to thank everyone who has been following this story and those who have favorited it. A special thanks to all of you who wrote reviews, especially Hollylu, JordanMax, VikkiAAML, Crimsoncrush, The Writing Crow, and Aqua Rules, who have been reviewing this the most consistently.

With that being said, onto the last chapter!

That's all for now.

Sarah

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or its characters.

Chapter Five: Three Months Later

The sun was high in the sky on an afternoon in early May. It was the first warm day for many months, and a certain three trainers were taking the opportunity to enjoy it. The female member of the group smiled at her two male companions as they sparred in a battle. It was as if it were a decade ago—the three of them travelling around, mainly so their rash and overzealous friend could pursue his dream of becoming a Pokémon Master.

She took a breath, enveloped in the petrichor as she sat on the bench of the collapsible picnic table they had set up. Their lunch was splayed out on the tabletop, waiting for the two young men to return from their match. Misty looked over at Pikachu and Clefairy across the meadow and then back down at the egg she held in her arms and grinned even wider. Nostalgia had almost whisked her away, but she reminded herself as much as some things never change, a lot of things had.

As promised, Ash had started a hardcore regiment of training for endless hours a day. Unable to choose between the gym and traveling with Ash, Misty chose to compromise, spending the occasional few days to a week away from the gym when he was close enough. He frequently flew back home, typically on Charizard, to visit her at the gym. She also helped him by having practice matches when things at the gym were slow.

Once in a while, when he wasn't too busy with his studies, Brock would join them. That afternoon, they had decided to meet up in the middle, around the meadows surrounding Mt. Moon. For the first time, Misty rode Charizard with Ash, and she was still trying to calm her nerves when the two finally walked up from the small valley below.

"So who won?" she asked.

"Me of course," Ash said, beaming.

"Did he really Brock?"

"I hate to admit it, but Misty, he's telling you the truth. He's gotten quite good to be honest."

Ash smirked as he sat down next to her, his mouth curled into a crooked smirk. He grabbed a sandwich from the pile and took a bite. "Swfee? I twold fyou."

"That is so attractive."

"You love me."

"Shut up."

Brock rolled his eyes at the two. It was true that ever since they finally became a couple, that the fights were fewer and less intense. For the most part, there was that playful teasing that he remembered from his youth when both of them mellowed a bit. Ash responded to her grumbling with an arm around her shoulders and pressing his lips against her cheek. With the gesture, her mood improved drastically.

"Are we babysitting again?" Brock asked, pointing at the egg.

"Yeah," Misty said. "I can't say no to those two over there."

Pikachu and Clefairy were in the meadow, surrounded by wildflowers. The three watched as Pikachu plucked a daisy and tucked it next to Clefairy's ear. She nuzzled Pikachu in delight. Misty had to admit that the two were pretty adorable together. She chucked to herself thinking about the night of hers and Ash's first date and their surprise when they walked into on them as Ash practically broke down her door, carrying Misty in his arms. Brock must have been having similar thoughts.

"So are the trainers going to follow in their Pokémon's footsteps?" Brock said, raising an eyebrow.

"Eh?" The two said in unison, their faces turning beet red.

Brock laughed. "I was only joking you two!"

Misty stood up, waving her hands in air. "That's not funny, you know! We're still young and we've only been together for a few months. It's much too early to be thinking of that!"

"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry!"

Ash remained silent. The thought had crossed his mind once or twice, especially when he peered over at Misty holding that egg in her arms. He suddenly had the image of her holding their small child, with its black hair and aqua eyes. Even though they had been together for a short amount of time, he found himself craving it. He wanted to settle down with her and have a family, even more than being a Pokémon Master, but he dared not admit that to her—not just yet. He could tell that she wasn't ready. He could wait until then. Besides, there were plenty of other moments to be enjoyed with her to before that would happen. He knew that this was the woman he was going to marry, but there were other matters to attend to first.

"Earth to Ash," Misty chimed.

"Huh?"

"What were you thinking about?"

"Oh nothing."

"Oh come on," she pleaded, staring deep in her eyes. Damn. They were hard to resist.

"You don't need to know."

"You better tell me, Mr. Pokémon Master!"

"Well the day that that actually happens, you'll be asked to be Mrs. Pokémon Master," Ash replied cheekily.

Misty had no response. Instead she opened her mouth and closed it several times, appearing extremely similar to her Goldeen. Ash chuckled, amazed at finally saying something that got her to shut up for once. Brock had to keep in his laughter as well. Grinning, Ash plucked the egg out of her hands and gave it over to Brock. He proceeded to grab Misty's arm and dragged her away from the table.

"Brock you can be the babysitter for a while. It'll be practice for the future," Ash said with a wink.

"Where are we going?"

"I want to go see if I can catch another Pokémon. I need your help."

"But Ash!"

"Some things never change," Brock shrugged as he watched the two run down into the tall grass at the bottom of the hill.

He was right; however a lot of things would be changing. Brock watched the two lovebirds, knowing that things between them would never be the same again. They would love and fight for each other. Brock wasn't worried at all, not like he used to be about them. He knew that nothing could stop them as he watched the two rush toward their tomorrow, hand-in-hand.