This, my faithful readers, is the last chapter. Yes, it's sad. However, I'm working on a little something something, as a continuation. Probably rated PG-13 to begin, but then may change to R, as most of my writing does.

Happy Reading!

Suze's POV:
"Paul died in his sleep?" I said dumbstruck. Well, damn. I still couldn't avoid him. He's just haunt my room now.

Damn.

"Yes. Susie, why aren't you happier about this?" Mom asked. "He's gone for good."

I snorted. No, he's not! I wanted to yell. But then I'd have to explain about my ghost-seeing abilities. And I'm just not sure mom can handle that.

So I faked a happy smile. "I know. It's just a lot to take in." Jesse totally understood why I wasn't happier about this. Now it would be next to impossible for him to protect me because Jesse couldn't even see ghosts. I ran upstairs to change and wash the sand off of me. Thankfully, Paul was no where to be seen.

"Querida, are you ok?" Jesse asked, coming up behind me and putting his arms around me. I sighed and said, "Yeah. It just sucks, because now he's going to come in and haunt my room."

"Our room, querida." Jesse said in my ear. "You forget, I'm going to be here. Granted, I can't see him, but it's shouldn't be too hard to help somehow, if he shows up."

"If he shows up?" I repeated. Then it dawned on me. "Of course! He could be trapped in the shadowland! Maybe he was gone from his body too long!" I was never so happy. "He said we'd just be comatose, but I bet he was gone too long..." I stopped rambling as I wandered into the bathroom. I pulled off my top and undid my bra after I turned on the taps. Jesse went to Jake's room, since his stuff was still there, and showered off. Then we met up in our room.

If mom and Andy noticed the enormous smiles on Jesse and I's faces the next morning, they didn't say one word. My door had been fixed from when Jesse, Brad, and Andy had to break it down, so we were able to lock it. Upside? It wasn't next door to David's room, so we wouldn't have to deal with him the next morning.

I woke up in Jesse's arms, and his eyes were closed. I didn't want to wake him, since he looked so goddamn cute sleeping, so I carefully took his arm and put it at his side, instead of around me.

Or attempted to, anyways. Turns out Jesse learned how to fake sleep from me. He eyes flew open and he playfully grabbed my waist and started to tickle me. "Where do you think you're going, querida?" That's all he ever calls me now, unless he's pissed off about something. Then he'll use the angry voice and call me Susannah.

I giggled and tried to tickle him back. "Jesse!" I laughed his name as he hit the one place I'm majorally ticklish- my stomach. Specifically, above and below my belly button. "Stop it!" I said playfully. But he wouldn't. We laid there for a good ten minutes, Jesse tickling me, me squirming and trying to tickle him back, before I managed to get on top of him and take control of his ticklish hands.

"Good Morning, querida." Jesse said. My face was about an inch away from his. "Morning, Jesse." I whispered. I kissed him quickly, and then pulled myself off of Jesse. "Gotta get ready for school." I said. Jesse groaned and rolled over onto his side, watching me walk into the bathroom. He propped himself up onto his elbows and grinned when I came out, soaking wet after my morning shower, to get clothes. I smiled back and said, "Bathroom's free if you want it."

"Querida, it's not the bathroom I want..." Jesse said suggestivly. Maybe it was the whole being-dead-for-150-years that gave him such a sexual appetite. Then again, maybe I'm just so good at sex, he wants more. I didn't care what the reason was. Either way, we didn't have time for a quickie. Not that we're ever quick....

I sat down on the bed, next to Jesse. I felt his muscular arms snake around my waist and pull me into him. I giggled and nibbled Jesse's ear for a minute. I made it clear that more could happen, but later that night, and waiting would only intensify everything. Even though things were usually fairly intense....A quick kiss on my neck and Jesse agreed. He went and got dressed, then we headed downstairs for breakfast. Brad came down a little bit later, gave us a look of disgust, and grabbed a box of cereal. I returned his look of disgust, although mine to him was probably more deserved because Brad has horrible eating habits.

Of course, Jesse was feeding me bite-sized pieces of apple. We were being lovey-dovey, and I didn't care who had issues with it. So maybe Brad's look of disgust to us was deserved too...Eh, who cares?

By lunch, everyone knew that Paul had kidnapped me, and then he'd been found dead. Everyone kind of assuming I offed him while he was holding me capture, and I was fully prepared to go all self-defense on any law official who wanted to question me. But none did, so it was probably just an over-active rumor going around school.

So life settled into normal. Well, a weirder version of normal. Jesse and I finished high school, and both got accepted to NoCal, where Jake attends college. I got my degree in fashion, since other than ghost-busting, that seems to be something I'm good at, and now own this tiny little clothing store in downtown carmel. Jesse got his degree in law enforcement, and became a cop. (A/N: I borrowed that from another fic I read. I love the idea of Jesse in a cop's uniform...)

We got married once both of us were secure in our jobs. Father Dom married us on the beach, at sunset, about a year after we'd graduated. I couldn't decide between CeeCee or Gina as a maid of honor, but since when do you have to have only ONE maid of honor? I chose them both in the end. Adam, Jake, Brad, and David were ushers. Mom cried, obviously, and no one seemed to question when Jesse's side of the family couldn't make it. We'd made up some bull story about how Jesse had tried to reconcile with his parents, and they didn't give a damn, so that's why they didn't show. As a wedding present, Andy and his construction crew built us a small house, using money my dad had left me. I didn't even know he'd left any money, but mom sat me and Jesse down one night and told me how much we had, and if we wanted, Andy's crew could built us a house with it. We agreed.

So, when we returned from our honeymoon in Hawaii, we moved into our not-so- small house. It wasn't as big as my parent's house, but it was fairly large. It had a dining room, kitchen, living room, family room, and downstairs bathroom. Upstairs held a master suite with private bathroom, and three bedrooms besides, for when we started a family. Right now, they were guest bedrooms.

Life was good. It was very good.