AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys, thanks for all the great reviews. Sorry for the long delays in posting, having typed this last part as a whole, breaking it down into parts is really hard. This is also not the only story I'm working on, I've got three other ones going right now and two ideas I haven't started yet... I guess you could say I'm good for a while. This one was also very long, and it's not finished yet, so I'm breaking it down into parts so you don't have to wait too long... this annoying thing called RL keeps interfering with my internet life... LOL! Well here's part 3B, same disclaimers as before... enjoy!!

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Early the next morning

Jamie and Landon's house

Landon awoke and looked around at his surroundings. Still at home, still in his room. Then, he looked down at the bed he was lying in and discovered Jamie sleeping in it with him, her head resting on his chest. Landon smiled contentedly, remembering where he was, and remembering the events of last night. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and then continued to watch her sleep.

He wasn't watching her sleep for long. Jamie woke up within just a few minutes.

"Mmmm," she sighed softly, opening her eyes. She rolled over and looked up at Landon. "Morning."

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Landon smiled.

"Wait, doesn't sleeping beauty get a kiss from her handsome prince?" Jamie asked, playing along. She smiled and pretended to fall back asleep.

"That's right, she does," Landon grinned. He leaned over her and kissed her softly, but sweetly, and then she opened her eyes as he pulled away. "Was that a kiss worthy of waking up my beauty?" Landon asked.

"Definitely," Jamie answered. She grinned. "What time is it?"

Landon looked over at their alarm clock. "Seven fifteen," he answered. "Church is at nine, right?"

"Yeah," Jamie replied. "Breakfast?"

"Sure," Landon agreed. "If this is Heaven, do you even have to cook?"

"Well... technically no," Jamie replied. "But I like to."

"Fair enough," Landon grinned.

"I've always done things the way they were on back on earth. I loved my life on earth with you. That was my heaven, so that's what this is like," she told him, smiling.

"Well then, that works out perfect, because my life on earth with you was perfect too, and that's what this is like for me too," Landon laughed. "Now. Let's go see about that breakfast."

The two of them walked downstairs into the kitchen. Jamie went to the cabinet and retrieved some things. (Hey, I'm not an expert cook, kay? I can make just enough to get me through babysitting jobs. LOL. It's whatever you need to make what she's making. LOL.) She then begun to make French toast. Landon stood behind and put his hands on her shoulders. "You want me to make some sausage?" he asked.

"Sure, that'd be great. There's some in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator," Jamie agreed.

So Landon got the sausage out of the bottom drawer of the refrigerator and begun working next to Jamie. They had soon been fed and so they went upstairs to dress for church. Jamie dressed nicely (with Landon's help... hey... a girl can't be expected to zip her own dress, can she? Especially not when she could have Landon do it for her...). Landon put on a nice shirt and a pair of slacks for church. Then they were both ready, and so they went to church. I mean... they disappeared, and then reappeared at church.

Church was what church had always been. They were at Beaufort Baptist Church, and their Reverend was Jamie's father. Jamie took her place up with the choir; it was an on Sunday. (They had "on" Sundays and "off" Sundays. Every other Sunday was an on Sunday, and those were the days the choir sang.) Landon sat in the front pew, even though before, with his mother, he'd sat a few back. He wanted to be able to see the service (especially the Jamie part) real well. Jamie smiled at him from her seat, and he smiled back. He remembered the times so long ago when he'd rolled his eyes and avoided her gaze in church. She always seemed to stare at him, either her or Reverend Sullivan. Now, it would never bother him at all if she stared. As long as she didn't mind the fact that he couldn't help staring at her.

Jamie and Landon were the first people in church besides Reverend Sullivan and Jamie's mother, who had both been back in a room off to the side of the chapel. When they came out, both Jamie and Landon stood and greeted them warmly.

The doors to the church opened and in walked Cynthia Carter. "Mom!" Landon cried. He was like a kid on Christmas, he hadn't seen his mother in years!

Cynthia Carter's eyes lit up. "Landon!" she cried, throwing her arms around her son. "Landon it's so good to see you again, I knew you'd be here!"

"Momma I missed you," he told her quietly.

"I missed you to baby boy," she answered.

Landon laughed. "I'm hardly a baby anymore, mom."

"You're my baby," she replied. "So how were Sarah and Leah, how were things down there when you left?"

"Sarah and Leah are doing wonderfully, they've both married and now have children... Sarah had a little girl, and Leah has a little girl and a little boy. They're such wonderful kids."

Now it was Cynthia's turn to laugh. "Kids? Come on you look about eighteen."

Landon laughed as well. "This is very true." Then he realized that Jamie had come up behind him and put her arms over his shoulders, clasping them together on front of him. She peered over his shoulder. "Hello, Mrs. Carter, how are you?" she asked.

"Hi, Jamie, I'm fine," she replied. "How're you?"

"I'm wonderful," Jamie grinned, glancing at Landon. Cynthia was grinning, she knew how happy her son and daughter-in-law were to finally be reunited. She was happy for them too.

"Your father should be here soon, Landon. He's been attending here for a while now... He'll want to see you," Cynthia told him.

"I've missed him," Landon said.

"I bet," Cynthia countered.

"Hey, Momma, do you want to go to lunch with us, dad, and Jamie's parents this afternoon after church?" Landon asked.

"Sure, Landon, that sounds wonderful," she replied, grinning.

Just then Dr. Carter walked in the church doors. Landon grinned at him and launched himself into his father's arms. "Dad!!" he cried. "I missed you so much!"

"Landon!!!! It's good to see you son, I knew you'd be here... I was looking forward to seeing you again!" Landon's father greeted him warmly.

"You too, dad. I couldn't wait to get up here and see everyone again."

Landon's father smiled. "So how've you been? You've got to update me on everything that's gone on."

"I've been good, dad. Why don't you come to lunch with mom, Jamie and Me, and Jamie's parents after church and we can talk?"

"Sounds great, Landon, I'll do that," he replied. Then they all went to their rightful places in the pews. Landon gave Jamie one last kiss before she headed off to sit with the ever growing choir. Then the service begun, and everyone sat back and listened. About halfway through, it was time for the choir to sing. Landon did not know the song they were singing but he knew that it was beautiful, mostly because of Jamie's solo. Her voice filled the church, each note beautifully gracing the room.

And Landon couldn't stop grinning.

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Same day

After church

Heaven

Everyone had left the church now except for Dr. Carter, Mrs. Carter, Reverend Sullivan, Mrs. Sullivan, Landon, and Jamie. They all sort of congregated in the front of the church. Mrs. Sullivan was positively glowing. She loved organizing things. "Let's all go over to my place, we can grill out in the back and eat out there," she suggested warmly.

"Sounds good to me," Mrs. Carter agreed, smiling at Jamie's mother. Dr. Carter nodded to show his approval of her plan. Landon and Jamie looked at each other for one moment and burst out grinning, then, agreed to the plan happily. It was also obvious that Reverend Sullivan was quite behind his wife on her thoughts. Hey... if it made her so happy, how could it be bad? So they all went over to Jamie's parents' house and that was where they found themselves now.

"Does anyone need something more to drink?" Mrs. Sullivan called from the kitchen. There was a collective "No thank you". And even if anyone had needed something more to drink they would've gotten it themselves. Mrs. Sullivan was being more than hospitable. She was in the kitchen with Mrs. Carter cooking and laughing. Everyone else was outside talking. Jamie was sort of bouncing between the kitchen and the outside, happy and excited.

Finally, Mrs. Carter and Mrs. Sullivan came out of the kitchen, each carrying enough food to feed a small army. They set it down at the picnic table and that was where everyone sat. Jamie and Landon sat next to each other, Mrs. Carter sat next to Jamie, Reverend Sullivan and Mrs. Sullivan sat together on the other side of the table, and Dr. Carter sat next to Reverend Sullivan.

And they ate. My goodness, did they eat. Turns out, Mrs. Carter and Mrs. Sullivan (with a little help from Jamie) were very good cooks. Once they slowed down on eating just a bit, they started to chat.

"So... Landon... fill us in, son. What all went on down there?" Dr. Carter asked.

Landon laughed. "Well, you know I adopted Sarah and Leah... they each went to college, got married, had kids, and last I checked they were very happy. And... I don't know if you knew it or not but I saved a little girl's life, I came up with a treatment... for... well..." Landon wasn't too keen on saying "it" again. He didn't like "it" because "it" had killed Jamie. But he kind of had to now. "Jennifer Marshall had leukemia. My work and the work of my colleagues saved her."

Jamie gave Landon's hand a squeeze. He knew that it meant she was proud of him. He was glad, and he squeezed her hand back. 'Thank you.'

"Landon, I knew from the moment you started dating Jamie that you would do great things in your life. I was right," Reverend Sullivan.

"That didn't keep you from giving me a hard time, did it, Sir?" Landon asked, laughing.

"No, it certainly didn't," Reverend Sullivan smiled at Landon.

"Son, I'm proud of you," Dr. Carter told Landon. "But then I would be. You took after my profession."

Landon laughed. "I thought you might be pleased at that..."

"We really are proud of you, Landon," Cynthia Carter told him. "I have to admit... when I first found out what you wanted to do with your life... I had my doubts... that was probably because I didn't know how much this young lady had done for you..." Cynthia gestured towards Jamie.

Jamie smiled. "Thank you Mrs. Carter." Landon nodded to show his thanks. It was sort of turning out to be a congratulate-each-other-on-life sort of day. (LOL! Just don't ask)

So they chatted and filled each other in on their lives for another hour or two, and then Jamie, Landon, Mrs. Carter, and Dr. Carter all decided it was time to go home. They gave Reverend Sullivan, and Mrs. Sullivan their goodbyes and thanks for the meal, and then they disappeared back to their own homes. (Goodness that sounds funny! LOL!)

"Landon, your parents are wonderful people," Jamie told him once they were back at their own home.

"They are," Landon agreed. "You know, your parents are wonderful too. Your mother is an amazing woman, I'm so glad you have her now."

"I am too," Jamie grinned. "I love my mom and dad. They're awesome." Jamie paused for a second and then went on. "You know... hearing that my dad is wonderful from you is really a compliment to him. He hasn't exactly been your biggest fan you know."

"Your dad's been pretty nice to me, with a few exceptions from my being 'clearly not on the path of righteousness', and that time he caught me kissing you..." Landon defended.

Jamie laughed. "Uh huh... hum... let me refresh your memory... I believe you and your friends used to come see how close you could get to my house before my father would come out and chase you off, and then you'd all run away screaming about the scary preacher. Sound familiar?"

"Oops... sorry..." Landon said sheepishly.

Jamie giggled. "That's okay. It was actually quite entertaining. I remember once me and daddy decided to play a trick back on you and he let you get so close that all three of you had your ears pressed against the door, and then he swung it open and started yelling about sinners and eternal Hell fire, and you all ran away screaming. It was kind of a funny sight, I was giggling the whole time inside my house."

Landon stared at her wide eyed. "You *giggled*?" he exclaimed. "Isn't that a sight."

Jamie put on a look of mock offense, then she grinned. "Yes, Mister Carter, I giggled. For your information, I also played with Barbie dolls and cut my own hair."

"I knew you cut your own hair," Landon laughed at the memory. "You came into school in second grade with the strangest hair cut... kinda crooked with no bangs. We... we made fun of you for it. Sorry."

"That's okay, I deserved it," Jamie laughed. Then she noticed Landon's serious expression.

"No, Jamie, I really mean that. I'm sorry for everything I ever did to you, and I'm truly sorry I ever treated you wrong. If I had known how wonderful of a person you were, I'd have started begging your father to let me date you in grade school... heck maybe even Kindergarten."

"Landon if you'd have done that, where would we be now?" Jamie asked.

"Well we'd probably still be dead," Landon joked.

"No, I mean... would I ever have started my list? Would we have done the play together? We never would've had our first date, and that was the most wonderful experience... Landon, I told you that the Lord had a plan, he planned it the way it happened for a reason, and I'm thinking that's it. He gave us a gift, he gave us each other," Jamie told him this, looking into his eyes the whole time.

"Oh Jamie I know you're right... but I can't help but feel bad knowing that I said and did such cruel things to the person who means the world and more to me," he told her.

Jamie took his hands and looked into his eyes, and said quite seriously. "You're forgiven," and then they spoke of it no more.

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AN: This part of the story, from here on, is pure speculation, okay? There are so many things I don't know and don't understand about the Afterlife. I don't know if the things in this story could happen at all. But it's just a story, it's made up, right? So just please flow with it and don't flame me.

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One month and two weeks later

Jamie and Landon's house

Landon was getting worried. It was Saturday morning, but it was almost noon and Jamie was still asleep. He'd sat for a while after he woke up at 9:00 and watched her sleeping. Then he'd gotten up and showered and gotten dressed, and Jamie had remained asleep. But this was Heaven, right? There couldn't be anything wrong. She couldn't like be in relapse or something could she? You can't die twice. Can you? It wouldn't be Heaven if something happened to the best person in it. So why would she still be asleep. Landon sat down on the bed next to her. "Jamie," he whispered softly. "Jamie," he said it a little louder. He shook her shoulder a little bit. Jamie rolled over and looked up at him.

"Landon," she smiled. "Good morning... what time is it?"

"That's good afternoon, miss. It's twelve ten," he told her.

Jamie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Twelve ten? But I just... it's... I..."

"You slept in. Are you okay? I was getting worried. I mean. You don't think... you couldn't... could you?"

Jamie knew what Landon was asking but she didn't really know the answer. "I don't think so," she replied. "Hey wait. You're a doctor why don't you tell me what's going on?"

Landon sighed. "Well I'm a doctor who studies and treats patients of cancer. I don't know it all depends on you. How are you feeling? Weak? Anything? I mean... I don't have any testing equipment here or I'd figure it out."

"I'm a little weak, a little tired, but that's all... I feel fine," Jamie answered. "Hey I have an idea... my doctor is here, he lives just down the street. Why don't we call and make an appointment and see what's up?"

"As long as we get an appointment soon and as long as for now, we take it easy. Okay?"

"Okay," Jamie agreed. "I'll call first thing Monday morning.