AN: Wow, I really cannot believe that this is the very last chapter, it's kinda sad. I started Pretty Baby a year ago now, it's going to be so weird that's it ending. It seems like I've been writing it forever. I can't thank everyone enough for their reviews throughout these past months, they have been so wonderful. I know that I've grown so much as a writer while working on this story, and everyone that reviewed helped me out so much along the way. So thank you ten times over.

I'd just like to acknowledge and thank certain people whose reviews I really enjoyed and loved to read: laura mariano, lily moon, JessNRory2003, kimlockt, imonadiet, katem-23, tigress33, iminlovewithaboynamedJESS, Gabi, Angel Monroe, aimee, Lisa, Luxy, AvidTVfan, Chevie Jane, Misty, Juliana8, Black Ice, swim6516, stargazer, Mrs. Mariano, blackrose62, Luna, Markie, Stephie M, A. Michelle, EvilEmmy, Manda, smilegodluvsu, Arianna55, Luke Rules, Genevah, loisclark335, girldevil, Lucia, Richa, Kat, and Annabel.

Whew! That took awhile! Thank you to all of you, and I apologize if I missed others. I really appreciate the people who have been reviewing from the beginning, it's great to know that you stuck with it.

Oh, and you may all have noticed that I have once AGAIN changed my name. I am sorry for any confusion but KayEmm was just pissing me off, so I figured I'd stick to the closest thing which is Kay9. And I promise that it's going to stay that way!

So. . .I'll stop talking now, and here is the very last chapter of Pretty Baby . . . .

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Pretty Baby

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Two years later . . .

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Jess watches as another tulip springs up from the ground and its petals bloom.

He turns to her and asks, "How do they do that?"

She shrugs and leans over a purple tulip, "They come every year." She cups the flower in her hands.

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(you light me up and then I fall for you
you lay me down and then I call for you
stumbling on reasons that are far and few
I'd let it all come down and then some for you)

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Jess looks around the field of tulips, he has never seen so many before. The sun shins warm upon his face and the wind blows softly through his hair. He looks down at her, "Did you do all this?"

She stands straight, "Yeah."

"I never knew there were purple tulips." He squints against the sun.

"There aren't."

"Oh."

"Only here." Rory opens her arms wide and welcomes the sun.

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(pretty baby don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you
pretty baby why can't you see
you're the one that I belong to)

. Jess feels a raindrop fall on his nose.

"Looks like rain." She simply states.

He sees across the horizon a black thunder cloud heading their way, "I don't want it to rain."

She turns to him, "But they need rain to grow."

"I still don't like it."

"Everything needs rain to grow." The rain pours down on them, plastering their hair to their faces.

"I'm cold." He says. .

(I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm
for you're the sun that breaks the storm
I'll be alright and I'll sleep sound
as long as you keep comin' around, oh pretty baby)

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Jess shivers as he rolls over in bed. The blankets are tangled in his legs and feet.

He reaches out to the other side only to find emptiness.

His eyes spring open. The moonlight shines on the bed, causing the white sheets to look silver in the dark. He stares at the empty side of the bed, he reaches his hand across it. It is smooth, and cold.

He sits up in bed and looks around, he rubs his hand over his brow, trying to push the exhaustion away. He forces himself out of bed and carefully pads out of the room. Rubbing his hands over his bare arms, he tries to find some kind of warmth. .

(and I know things can't last forever
but there are lessons that you'll never learn
oh just the scent of you it makes me hurt
so how's it you that makes me better)

. He knows where to go. The guest room. But in one month it wouldn't be.

He is in the doorway when he sees her.

Her silhouette stands before the window, beautiful and alive. Her blue silk robe reflects the moonlight and shines all around her.

Angel is the first thing to come to Jess's mind.

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(pretty baby don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you
pretty baby why can't you see
you're the one that I belong to)

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Feeling his presence she turns to him and smiles.

Jess walks up behind her and kisses her bare neck, he pushes her hair back and kisses the spot right behind her ear. She leans into him, breathing in his sent.

He puts his arms around her, stroking her swollen belly. She places her own hands over his. .

(why can't you hold me and never let go
when you touch me it is me that you own
pretty baby oh the place that you hold in my heart
would you break it apart again... oh pretty baby)

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"I was cold without you." He whispers into her ear.

"Better now?" She asks.

"Yes. Much."

"I've decided that we should paint this room baby blue."

"What if it's a girl?"

"Baby blue will do."

"Okay, baby blue then."

Rory turns around and lays her hands against his bare chest, she stares into his eyes that she would recognize and love after an age of the earth. They kiss softly with a passion made of millions caresses and tenderness. They both turn their eyes to window made of night sky and stars.

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(pretty baby don't you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you
pretty baby why can't you see
you're the one that I belong to)

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One thinks about three years of torment and wondering and hate and love and finally understanding. He lives for the now and the future. He lives for her scent in the morning on a pillow, stumbling over her shoes, finding leftover coffee cups in the sink painted with lip stick, Thai food on Fridays and the feeling of love in every corner of the house. He lives for her and their future.

The other thinks about the child growing inside of her and nights of ceaseless imagination and restless sleep and redemption. In her bedside drawer is a name book and a Pottery Barn kids magazine and an Emily Dickinson poetry book worn at the edges. She has already begun planning where to lay the tulip bulbs in the fall and what fairy tales to sing and what color to paint every room of the house. She thinks about the nights she lay dreaming in the crook of his shoulder and waking up to find his face so close to hers that she knows his soul. Her favorite part of the day is the morning and the possibilities that lay ahead in her open road.

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(I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm
for you're the sun that breaks the storm
I'll be alright and I'll sleep sound
as long as you keep comin' around, oh pretty baby)

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They stare out the window into the night where they know happiness lies if only you have the heart to find it.

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Finis!! I am just going to say this ONE last time. . . . . .REVIEW!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!

And I wanted to let anyone who would like to know that I am updating a new story around October called Desperado(don't worry, it's not as depressing as the title makes it). Of course it's a Lit and I hope that you will look for it.

Thanks again for your faith in Pretty Baby and all the incredible reviews!!!!

~Kay