Four and a half weeks later, Paris went home to the house she, Rhea and Chandler shared. Because she was still weak, her doctor had asked that she not climb stairs or do strenuous activities yet. Paris knew that she would get a better chance to bond with Rhea being at home, so she was very excited. Paris left the hospital in a wheelchair, because her body hadn't fully recovered from the coma. When Chandler went to pick her up, they were both ecstatic.

On the drive home, Paris told her husband how lucky she felt.

"Chandler, I feel so happy to be alive. I came so close to death, and I don't know how you would have coped. How I would have coped watching you from Heaven. Not being able to meet my baby girl."

"But you are here. I am so glad you are. And I'm sure Rhea is. Paris, just be careful of yourself. Dr. Paulson told us that you need to rest or else you could get hurt. Remember, you're still weak."

"I know, I know. Just let me do things for myself. Okay? I just need some independence. Is that okay, Chandler?"

"Yes. Yes, it's okay Paris."

As they pulled into their driveway, they noticed the door open. It was Peter. Chandler helped Paris out of the car. They walked slowly up to the house and went in. Inside, Ruthie and her kids, Eric and Annie, and other Camdens were there to greet her home. In the fourteen years that Chandler had worked with Eric, he had become a main part of their family. Paris was surprised to see her house filled with such welcoming spirit. As everyone was talking, a cell phone rang. Everyone reached for their phones, until Annie realized it was hers.

"Hello? Carlos! Oh my, Mary had her baby! A girl! He's here. The whole gang is actually! Bye and congratulations, Carlos! Say hi to Mary!" Annie hung up.

"Mary had her baby! It's a healthy baby girl named Amelia Marie." Everyone hugged and then got back to the party.