A/N: Just want to let ya'll know that the next chapter after this is the end and then Out of Sight will begin. I'm excited to share that story with you. Until next time--ya'll are the best--PCGirl.

Chris stood at the gate patiently—it had only been a few weeks, but it truly felt like an eternity. A smile appeared on his face as he watched Leslie walk in the concourse and look around until she saw him and gave a smile. She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed, "Dad."

"Hey," he said as he picked her up off the ground with a hug, "I don't want to sound lame or anything, but I missed you while you were gone."

Leslie laughed as she looked at him, "Yeah—we can't have people thinking you are lame in your old age."

"Old age? Are you kidding me?"

"Dad—you called me because you couldn't figure out how to set the microwave clock, I think that constitutes you as getting old."

"Oh, ok," he sighed giving her a sideways grin.

"So what did you do while I was gone?"

"Oh nothing much—just work and sleep really."

"You slept with her, didn't you?" she said as he realized she suddenly sounded much older and more like a Mother scolding her young and naïve son than his daughter.

"What?" he stuttered out.

"Elizabeth—I can tell by the way you are acting that you slept with her. When will you ever learn?" she sighed and shook her head.

"Wait—how am I acting that makes you think I slept with Elizabeth?"

"Well, did you?"

Chris took a moment before answering, "I don't think that's any problem of yours. Now how am I acting?"

"Like yourself," she laughed, "Lizzie told me Dad—I just wanted to see if you'd admit it to me is all."

"So you don't care?"

Leslie put a hand on his shoulder at the luggage carrousel, "Dad, you are a grown man and whoever you decide to sleep with is really none of my business," she said turning and grabbing her luggage and walking off.

Chris stood still for a moment and watched her walk away while trying to figure out when did his little girl grow up.

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"Christina—telephone!" called Lucy as she walked from her bedroom and into the living room.

"Who is it?" she whispered and got a grin from her mom in response.

"A guy—oooo," teased Serena as she watched her little sister turn red and then turn on her heel and return to the bedroom she'd been in a moment before packing up.

"Don't pick on your sister, Serena," asked Lucy.

"Oh mom—it's so fun. I mean she's never really had strong feelings with any guy before, and from the way everyone is talking about Daniel he's seems to have grown up fine."

"He is good, but we don't want to chase him off by saying things around him."

"Oh, so we can say things when he and Christina aren't around?"

"Definitely," smiled Lucy.

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"How's the packing going?" asked Daniel as he stirred the wooden spoon in the sauce and took a slight taste before adding more seasoning.

"It's so great—especially with Serena and my mom bugging me every few minutes about what should go in what box."

"I can come up and help you tomorrow if you want—Chris said it was ok," he said, hoping he hadn't done anything foolish by deciding to come visit her before asking for permission.

"You already asked?" she said, surprise in her voice, but glad he seemed to take the first step in what was going to be an awkward reunion. They had talked every few days while she was in Florida, but to see someone in person after having such in depth discussions was something completely different.

"Yeah, I hope that's ok."

"That's—that's fine Daniel—I just wasn't expecting on seeing you for a few more days when I moved down there."

"Well, you'll see me tomorrow—I'm doing the night shift so I'll get home around 6 am and then sleep for a few hours before catching the train."

"I'll let you go then so you aren't late for work—goodnight Daniel."

"Goodnight Christina," he smiled hanging up the phone and beginning to hum while he finished preparing his dinner.

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"So what do you think?" asked Livvie as she turned from looking out on the grounds below and saw Caleb leaning back against the foot of the four poster bed in their bed chamber.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he said rubbing his nose for a moment.

"Yes, I'm completely sure Caleb. I thought I was happy with just having two children, but I miss the baby stage—I miss watching them take their first step, and their first words, and their reaction to everything new. Don't you?"

Caleb smiled as he watched her eyes dance at the prospect of having another child, "What about complications again? I can't lose you."

Livvie walked over and pinned his back against the bed, "You can't lose me."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I'll be careful, Caleb. I'll be even more careful than I was with Alex—heck, I'll stay bed ridden for 9 months if I think it'll help me to not miscarry. But it takes two to tango—so what do you say?" she said tugging at his shirt and getting a laugh from him.

Caleb looked up and away from her for a moment and then back down at Livvie. He moved her chin up to his and covered his mouth with hers for a moment before pulling away and smiling at her.

"Is that a yes?" she grinned and then threw her arms around his neck and caused herself to be picked up off the ground as he quietly nodded.