A/N hey y'all! Sorry I didn't update last weekend, we were kinda busy.cleaning.bleh. Well, I know I finished the fic, my I've decided to add just one more chapter. I've already started writing "Until the End" (which is the prequel) so if I do do another sequel, it'll have to wait. Um.mahalo plenty to everyone who has reviewed on this fic and kept me writing. Otherwise, I would've quit if I didn't think somebody liked it. I hope that you enjoy this chapter and let's just hope that I'm not lazy NEXT weekend too.

One week had already passed since the incident with Pish. Aron and Garon were growing like weeds, Owen hadn't gained much responsibility by becoming a father, and Peka was as healthy as ever. Lilo was busily preparing for the next school year to start and Stitch was helping as much as he could. Twyla, however, had turned a bit shy. She wasn't speaking to everyone as much as she had before and was spending a lot of time with Jumba. Nobody was sure what exactly was going on, but they decided to leave it alone.

Eventually, the night before Lilo's first day of second grade came. After twenty minutes of protesting, Nani had finally managed to get Lilo in bed. Stitch however, decided to go to the observatory. He had just finished climbing the stairs when he heard voices from inside.

"Have you decided?" Stitch stopped, his hand already on the doorknob. There was no mistaking Jumba's voice.

"No." there was Twyla. Stitch pressed his ear lightly against the door. "I've tried to talk to him, but I always get nervous. This isn't exactly something I've done before." They were talking about HIM.

"He's going to find out sooner or later. It's best that you tell him."

"But Jumba---"

"No, you need to tell him, and that is that." Stitch scrambled into the shadows as Jumba's heavy footsteps approached the door. "I'm going to see Peka and the small ones. I'd like to check on them again, such poisons as they encountered may have lasting effects not immediately evident. Don't stay here too long, solitude is not always a good thing."

"Okay Jumba." Jumba thundered slowly down the stairs, leaving the door open. After a few seconds Twyla stepped out. "Don't bother hiding Stitch." She smiled in his direction. "I know you're there." Stitch stepped sheepishly into the light. She pulled him into the observatory towards the telescope. "You can see Turo tonight. Wanna look?" she smiled and started fiddling with the knobs, clearly avoiding a certain subject. Stitch just watched her. After some time she spoke.

"How much did you hear?" she asked nervously. Her grey ears quivered a little, but that was the only sign of her feelings.

"Not a lot." Stitch wandered over to a star chart on the wall, tracing the constellations with his claw like Lilo did. "Have you been wanting to talk to me?" Twyla accidentally scratched the telescope with her claw, causing Stitch to cringe.

"Um.yeah." She chuckled, trying to act casual. "I mean, we haven't talked much lately, huh?"

"No, we haven't." Stitch met her in the middle of the room. Together, they looked up through the clear panel in the ceiling, the starlight washing over them. Twyla coughed a little.

"Listen, I'm really sorry about the way I acted before." She sighed. "I just wasn't really sure if, you know...if I wanted to stay here. It's easier to leave if no one likes you."

"Sometimes you stop people from loving you. Lilo liked you from the start."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Stitch grinned at her. "Lilo's friendly. I should know."

"Stitch, I'm sorry to you especially." Twyla turned away from him. "I was awful! And..." she turned back to him and laid her hand on his chest, which was already healed. A light scar marked the place where she had slashed him. "I'm so sorry."

"That's alright, it's not your fault."

"Yes it is." Twyla began to sniffle. "I didn't have any reason to do that."

"It was an accident." Stitch pulled her hand from his chest and held it gently. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Not one to dwell on faults, are you?"

"No, I'm not." Stitch lowered himself to the floor, pulling her after him. They fell into a short silence broken by Twyla.

"Thank you." Started stared at her quizzically.

"For what?"

"For not giving up on me." Twyla leaned a little closer to him. Stitch tried not to stare at the way the moonlight made her fur seem to glow. "If you had given up on me, I wouldn't be here. I'm glad you 're so stubborn."

"Don't mention it." Stitch wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Twyla purred happily.

"By the way, we need to think of a name."

"Name?" it took several minutes for him to realize what that meant. "WHAT?"

"Oh, come on! Haven't you noticed how me and Jumba have been together so much lately?"

"You mean...you and JUMBA?"

"NO!" Twyla punched his arm. "Us, who else?"

"Well there's..." Stitch looked thoughtful as he searched through his mind. "Nope, can't think of anybody." Twyla laughed and kissed his nose.

"Imagine, three fuzzballs instead of just Aron and Garon!" Stitch laughed too.

"Let's just hope Owen hasn't rubbed off on me too much. One of us has to be a responsible father."

"Oh, you mean like Peka?"

"Yeah, " Stitch smiled as Twyla nuzzled the fur at his throat. Now he had everything he needed...or wanted for that matter. "Just like Peka."

A/N okay, that really IS the end. I'll probably do another sequel after Until the End, but you'll have to wait. Thanks again everybody! Aloha!