Last chapter…sadness…shed a small tear. *sigh*. I don't know when my next Cholive fic will be…because I'm working on an original short story thang that Ima post on livejournal…so if anyone has livejournal, please check it out. My username is thatgirl_65. And by anyone, I mean you Grumbello. Because no doubt, you are the only on that's going to read this. Because you seem to be my only reader. But that's okay. I've come to terms with that. I like you. And I like your comments. We will have to settle for soft drinks because I too am unable to attain alcohol. Virtual or otherwise. We should get pony rides. Everyone loves pony rides. Lol. So, Grumbello, I dedicate this chapter to you. No, no. I dedicate this whole fic to you. Because you read and comment on them. For that I will always love you. [insert cheesy music here]. Enjoy.

The End Beginning

Much to the relief of Olive, Lily stopped pointing the shotgun at her and it remained under her bed. Most of the time. Much to Chuck's relief, Olive and her mother were getting along wonderfully.

But Olive had been acting strange lately, slightly jumpy and nervous. She had noticed that Olive would disappear for long intervals of time. One night when she came home, Chuck went to kiss her, casually slipping her hands into the pockets of the blonde's dress, making her jump and push Chuck away. Also, her and Ned would always share looks where the Pie Maker would look at her expectantly and Olive would simply shake her head curtly. They would both look at Chuck, quickly looking back down when they realized she was looking back.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Chuck asked, slightly irritated when the two had another look. "No," Olive said quickly taking another bite of her pancakes. Chuck glared at her and went back to putting pies in the oven.

Lily and Vivian had worked out their differences and Lily was going to move back into the house. Chuck was happy they had worked it out and they were able to go on their tour, but at the same time she was saddened to see her mother go.

The day was perfect. Light filtered into the windows of the Pie Hole, warming Chuck and Olive's bodies as they sat on opposite sides of a booth facing each other and drinking tea. Olive was casually playing with Chuck's hand as it rested on the top of the table. Her tiny fingers ran up and down the length of Chuck's long slender ones, caressing and rubbing each joint carefully.

"Chuck," Olive said quietly. "Mhm," came a lazy reply. "You know I love you right?" Olive asked. The sun lit her hair perfectly, golden locks glowing around her face.

"Of course," Chuck said lightly.

"You know I would do anything for you?"

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just answer the question."

"Yes, of course."

"That I will love you until the end of time?"

"And I you."

"That I want to grow old together? Well, grow old but still say we're 28, even when we're 50."

"Yes."

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way. What's with all these questions?"

"Be patient, I only have one more."

"Oka-"

Chuck felt a thin strip of metal placed over her ring finger, the cool metal quickly warming with her heat. Her eyes flew to her hand, looking at the ring Olive had slipped onto her finger, metal and diamond sparkling hopefully in the light. Her eyes flitted up to Olive's, blue pools glistening.

"Will you marry me?" she said in almost a whisper. Chuck felt the tears cascade down her face, her throat too constricted with emotion to speak. Instead she nodded her head furiously and Olive rushed to her side, enveloping her in her arms.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes one thousand times yes!" Chuck managed through tears. Olive put her hands on either side of the brunette's face and began kissing every inch of it.

"I love you," she said through her own tears as she kissed Chuck, "I love you so much."

"Well it's about time." Both women turned around and saw Lily standing in the middle of the Pie Hole dining room with Vivian at her side. "You asked my permission weeks ago," she continued, "it's about time you got the balls to ask."

"You asked permission?" Chuck asked Olive. "Yeah, she did," her mother said shifting her suitcase to the other hand, "Lord knows why she was so nervous though. It's not like you were going to say no."

"Oh, I think it's all so lovely," Vivian said airily, "It's only proper to be nervous before asking for someone's hand."

"Well, we're gonna head out," Lily said, obviously trying to hold back her own emotion, "Let you two enjoy your premarital bliss or whatever."

Chuck walked over to her mother and gave her a hug, kissing her cheek with daughterly affection. With that, she couldn't hold on to her stoic face, and a tear began to trickle down from her one good eye. "I'm glad you're happy," Lily said, "Everyone deserves to have that someone."

The two sisters left, leaving Ned and the two women. "Did you know about this?" Chuck asked Ned, "is that what those looks were about?"

Ned smiled sheepishly and shrugged. Chuck wouldn't let go of Olive, still holding her in her arms and kissing the crown of her head. "You know," Ned began, "it's not that busy today. I think you two should have the rest of the day off."

"Thanks, Ned," Olive said walking over to him and standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. They went to the apartment and collapsed on the bed. Olive scooted back so her back was resting on the headboard and pat the bed between her legs, encouraging Chuck to sit between them. She complied, her back pressing to Olive's front, her head resting on her shoulder.

Chuck held her left hand in front of her, staring at the ring with adoration. "It's not much," Olive said kissing behind her ear, "I am a waitress you know."

"I think its perfect," Chuck sighed. "It looks a little big," Olive said twisting it on her finger, "I'll get that fixed."

"No!" Chuck said holding her hand to her chest, "I'm never taking it off. You're going to have to cut my finger off to get to it."

"Never taking it off?" Olive asked skeptically as she angled herself to kiss Chuck's neck lightly, "What about when we-"

"Nope. Never."

They sat in silence for a few moments before Chuck spoke again. "You know," she started, "Now that Lily has moved out…that empty room is going to look all lonely and depressing…"

"It is, isn't it?"

"Yeah. We're going to have to find someway to fill it."

"You know…we could fit a crib in that one corner."

"We could. And in the other corner a rocking chair."

"Sounds perfect."

Chuck kissed the side of Olive's jaw and looked back at her hand where the ring now resided. She smiled to herself, unsurpassable amounts of joy filling up her heart. "It is perfect," she said quietly, "and this is just the beginning."