A/N: If I get this finished, this will be the fastest I've ever updated. I'm proud of myself. As always, I don't own anybody. I don't own the song, which is Wave on Wave by Pat Green, nor do I own Kraft foods (the logo on Justin's shirt) . Without any more babble, On with the last chapter (god it feels so weird.)

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One year. They'd been dating for a full year and had been married of two months. One year, and Warrick still can't help feeling amazed, sitting here, watching her, three months along with their child, squealing and ducking as her side of the inner tube turned her towards the water ride's largest waterfall. "I knew I shouldn't have worn tan," he heard her mutter, smiling as he realized why. As the ride slowed, she finally seemed to realize that he'd been watching her. "What?" she whispered, smiling as they got out, Warrick reaching back in to help Lindsey.

"All those years I spent gambling I was wasting my time and my money. I was going for the wrong prize," he said, dead serious, smiling down at her as he pulled her to his side. She stopped, reaching up ho kiss him, then continued wordlessly.

"You know, I should be used to saying stuff like that, but I doubt I ever will be."

Walking past a concert, Warrick smiled as he recognized I Want you to Want me.

"Hey Linds, you wanna go to a concert?"

"Yeah!" she exclaimed.

They were lucky enough to work their way right up front, as the concert was one of those amusement park free-with admission ones. When the song was over, Lindsey, much to the shock of Warrick, and, if the look on her face was any indication, Catherine as well, shouted at the top of her lungs, "Wave on Wave!" Warrick mouthed, "sorry" to the singer, but he just smiled and shook his head. Then, turning to his band, he nodded. "You heard her." The crowd cheered as the first chords of the song, judging for Lindsey's smile Wave on Wave, played.

Mile upon Mile, got no direction.

We're all playin' the same game.

We're all lookin' for redemption,

just afraid to say the name.

So caught up now in pretending,

what we're seeking is the truth.

I'm just looking for a happy ending.

All I'm looking for is you.

And it came upon me wave on wave.

You're the reason I'm still her, oh yeah.

Am I the one you were meant to save?

With that question, Warrick shook his head. He should have known Lindsey hadn't requested it just because she liked it.

I wandered out into the water.

Thought that I might drown.

Don't know what I was after.

Just knew I was going down.

That's when she found me.

I'm not afraid anymore.

She said, " you know I always had ya baby,

just waitin' for you to find what you were lookin' for."

Had Warrick wanted to find a musical verse that better suited his relationship with Catherine, he wasn't sure he could have. If ever he'd wanted proof that Lindsey was her mother's daughter (beside the fact that the younger Willows- Brown now- had him just as wrapped around her finger as her mother did) this was it. He just watched her sing along, amazed.

A half an hour, a joke about the singer's guitar making him 'studly' in college, and a few shouts of "I love you Pat" later, the band was clearly wrapping it up. Even the most energetic band member, a guitarist with a shirt that had a twist of the Kraft logo on it (the 'ft' had been replaced with a 'p' so the shirt said Krap) was clearly tired out. As the last notes played, the singer bent down, and, tearing a piece of paper (the play list) off the back of the amp, folded it up. His eyes searching, he found Lindsey, and as her eyes widened, he threw it to her. However, the singer had aimed directly at Lindsey, not accounting for the wind, and the paper was carried into the waiting hands of another fan. Clearly nursing disappointment, Lindsey shrugged. "Oh, well, doesn't matter,"she said, more to herself than to her parents. Not antisapating the singer's next move (tossing her his guitar pick), she turned. The pick, hitting her on the cheek, fell to the ground beyond the security barrier, out of Lindsey's reach. Picking up the pick, a security guard handed it, not to Lindsey, but to the person who'd pushed up next to her. The singer, who at this point had learned not to trust his aim, signaled the guard over. Handing the guard his guitar strap, he pointing to Lindsey. Warrick grinned down at her as she squealed, turning to grin at her parents. From the look on her face, the singer had just handed her a million dollars. She was still muttering, "That was awesome." ten minutes later as they made their way towards the exit. An hour later, laying in bed next to a sleeping Catherine, Warrick was still trying to convince himself that Lindsey was the lucky one.

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If you've never heard of Pat Green, then you need to check out his music. I stumbled into a concert of his (just like Lindsey, Cath and Warrick) in Oklahoma City last summer, and after an encounter just like Lindsey's (minus requesting Wave on Wave) I bought one of his CDs. He's quickly became my favorite singer/songwriter. And to those of you who have been reading since the beginning, thank you. It's been fun, but I said that last time didn't I?