Author's Note: HEre it is. The final chapter to my longest running story ever. Not longest story, but longest running. Thanks for all the reviews and for reading. I appreciate it.

Epilogue will be up shortly. Once I write it that is. Cuz I don't like the original one. Okay. Read. Review.

Look for one shots from me from here on out. I don't know how many. I have other things going on at the moment.

Oh, and I am referring to a famous photograph in the title of the chapter. Anyone see the reference in the story?

MICHAEL:

"B-But what if he's already gone back to the ship?" she asked my sister. I was slowly making my way through the crowd to her.

"Then you'll see him at home. Start being logical won't you?" my sister asked.

I was still in mild shock. What happened to the baby? Isn't she supposed to have a bulge?

"Let me through," I said to the people.

But no one could hear me. Simon eventried, but failed.

Finally, he cupped his hands over his mouth, "PRINCESS!"

Mia instinctively turned and smiled at her brother. Sadly I am short and she did not see me. Simon motioned for her to mee him a little further down the street where the crowdwas not as thick.He grabbed my arm as she hopped off the hydrant. "She doesn't know you are here," he explained. "So give her something more than just a hello."

I nodded, still confused as to where my baby had gone. She could not have had it already, could she? I mean, It'd betoo early. Or...what ifshe had lost it? Like that woman my father was treating? Oh God. That could not have happened.

We stopped at a clearing and waited for the girls to catch up. They finally did.Mia's eyes went immediately to her brother and she jumped into his arms. "Oh Simon! Ithought-"

He let her go and pointed in my direction. I was stillamazed. She looked...different.Very American. She had her rouge on and her lipstick as she had whenshe dressed up, but shewas totally American. Maybe it was how she was openly staring at me. Her mouth opened in surprise. Her eyes wider than the Grand Canyon. "M-Michael?" she asked, walking slowly towards me."Is it really...Is it you?"

I went straight to her, not saying a single word, took her into my arms and kissed her. Shewas nervous at first, I couldtell, but she soon fell loose into myarms and let mekiss her. Idipped her back,holding her head up with my left arm.We heard a camera go off, taking us away from the romance of it all.

I set her right side up. "I told you I'd be back," I said hugging her tightly.

I could hear her crying. "Thank God….I was so worried…I didn't know if I'd see you…"

I pulled back and wiped her tears, "What about the baby? Where is it?" I asked, touching her belly.

She stared at her stomach, "Oh, you know about it?"

"Mia, what happened?" I asked, my stomach turning in knots.

"I had the baby almost a month ago," she said holding my hand.

The baby. "Y-You had the baby? Is it okay? What is it? Are you okay?"
She laughed and kissed the tip of my nose, "His name is Gabriel, and yes, he's fine. Perfectly healthy. He was born in the beginning of July."

My face exploded into a wide grin. "I have a son….a son…." I chanted, looking back at Simon. "I have a son!"

"Gabriel Nathan," she supplied.

"Wait...what? How'd you know?"

She shrugged, "Does it matter?"

MIA:

I was so happy just seeing Michael that I hadn't noticed the fact that my brother, Simon, had been standing with Lilly. Making awkward conversation. "You knew this entire time?" I asked my brother in amazement.

He shrugged easily, "I like surprises. And I had to make sure I wanted him to be with you."

I looked at Michael, then at my brother. "You've got the pirate look down," I teased my brother.

He looked at me. With his oneworking eye, "Oh my little sister! Haven'tchanged a bit!" He kissed all over my cheeks. "How are you? The baby?"

"Both fine," I managed before letting my giggles go. "How are you?" I asked, looking at he scarring and the patch over his eye.

"Could be better, could be worse," he replied. "Aren't you formally going to introduce me to the young man that stole you from us?"

I gave him a look, "You already know Michael."

"You could do worse," he replied, nudging Michael, who was not letting go of my waist.

"And this is my best friend Lilly, Michael's sister."

I actually saw Lilly blush as he kissed her hand. I never have seen Lilly blush. I only hope she remembers that she has a beau already. But I can not tell her what to do. Or my brother. He has never listened to me. Ever.

We waited around the area for a little longer. Michael and Simon introduced us to their friends that would pass us by. Finally, "Michael, I have to feed the baby."

He lookedconfused for a minute, then excited. "I'm so foolish! I should have gotten you home right away!"

"I'll get your bags," Simon offered. "If Lilly will come with me and show me the way to your apartment."

Lilly agreed readily. "Of course," she said, taking his extended elbow. "It'd be a joy."

I noticed that Michael was limping considerably. "Michael…are your legs okay?"

"They're fine. A bit tired from all the walking, but I can handle going home."

We spent the twenty minute walk back home talking about the past few months. Me telling him about the baby, him telling me about the hospital. "Any cute nurses?" I asked, teasing. Well, half teasing. My curiousity got the best of me. I want to know about that Hannah character he had mentioned several times.

He smirked, "No. I kept telling them about you and they all thought I was the sweetest thing ever to hit London."

I loved having his arm around me. Supporting me, finally. Until we got home. "Ready?" I asked.

He nodded. We took the lift up to the fourth floor. Dr. Moscovitz spoke the land lord about servicing the fourth floor until Michael had fully recovered. I finally looked at his right hand. He seemingly was not noticing the lack of fingers. He was drumming them against his leg. The little nubs I mean. Not his fingers.

"What?" he asked, noticing me staring.

"Oh, nothing."

He looked at his hand. "Oh, that. Sorry. I hardly notice that anymore.Do you not want to see them.?"

I took his right hand in my own, "Michael, it's you. Of course I want to see it." I'll admit it, his hand kind of grossed me out. He still had from the knuckle down, but that was it. "I can still hold your hand, right?"
He laughed, "I think we'll manage just fine."

Then the doors opened and we were in the hallway leading to the apartment. "Mind if I lean on you a bit? My left leg is hurting a lot more than I expected."

"Sure," I said, putting my arm around his waist. "Ready?"

I opened the front door to see his mother and father in the den. His father was reading the evening news paper. His mother was knitting again. "I'm home," Michael announced.

Both of the elder Moscovitz's jumped up and ran to the front hall with surprised expressions. "Michael! We had no idea!" Mrs. Moscovitz exclaimed,embracing him immediately. Pushing me aside. I didn't mind though. I mean, I have the rest of my life to be with him.

Dr. Moscovitz then hugged his son along with his wife. It was a Michael sandwich. I giggled at the sight of him struggling to breathe.

"Where is he?" Michael asked after Mrs. Moscovitz sat him in her normal chair.

"Who?" she asked, examining his hands. She was heartily concerned about his fingers. I suppose I would be too if Brie lost his fingers. After all, I had helped make those things.

"My son?"

"Oh…oh of course," she said with a nervous laugh. "I just put him to bed actually. Mia, I gave him another bottle about an hour and a half ago. I'm sure he'll be up soon for another."
"He eats like you do," Dr. Moscovitz teased his son.

"My brother will be arriving with Lilly soon," I started. "Would it be alright with you if he were to stay here in the den? He won't be any trouble-"

"Of course! Of course," Mrs. Moscovitz replied. She loved having company. I mean, I was company for the first month or so. Then treated like one of their own. "Let's see here...Lilly can sleep in our room with us and he can have her room..."

After Mrs. Moscovitz fed Michael (and I fed Gabriel), she finally let him in to see the baby. He had wanted to go into the room while I fed him, but she wouldn't hear of it. She said I needed privacy when doing such an act.

He came slowly to the bassinet that he had used only eighteen years before. "C-Can I touch him?" he whispered to the baby who was looking at his father as a complete stranger.

I laughed lightly, "You could hold him if you'd like, Dad."

"I don't want to break him," he admitted.

I lifted Gabriel up, forgetting how I myself had been nervous only a month before at doing this. "Go sit on the bed," I instructed. I handed him to Michael. "Support his head. His neck muscles aren't…." I didn't need to instruct him anymore. Michael had it. Why had I been so worried about his reaction? He was a natural.

He counted Gabriel's fingers and toes. "He's perfect," he whispered. "Just perfect…How'd we do this?"

I smirked. "I'd show you, but we have to wait a few more weeks and find him another room."

Michael laughed, "Well, I'm sure we can hold off a little longer," he replied, staring at his son. Our Son. "I like his name."

"The arch angel was in the room…you know, a little statue of him. So I chose Gabriel."

Michael smiled at me, "Eh you Catholics," he teased.

I gave him a look, "Well, your son is part Catholic so get used to it."

Gabriel started crying again. Michael looked panicked so I took him. "He probably needs a new diaper," I explained. "Would you get me a diaper from the changing table?"

"You are changing him on the bed?" he asked, shocked.

"It's easier," I said making cute faces to quiet down Gabriel.

Michael got a diaper and things to wipe Gabriel's bottom. "I'm gonna go-"

"Nuh uh, you will learn how to do this too," I said, grabbing his wrist.

He watched as I changed Gabriel's diaper. "What do you do with that other one?"

"Wash it," I said matter of factedly. "We have a bin just for these over there."

He took it as if it were a live grenade and dropped it in a bin. "Can I hold him again?"