Finally the last part of this story. I know it is kind of short and probobly a bit hasty but i have lost intrest in this story and just wanted to have an ending. so here it it is...

"Are you ready?"

Dylan's voice echoed through the now empty apartment that they had shared ever since that day in the park. After a long and giving conversation they had both decided that it was time to stop hiding from their true feelings and with a baby on the way it seemed like the reasonable thing to get together. They had both gone back to Brenda's apartment to wait for Jimmy and when he got back the three of them had shared a conversation that was all other than pleasant. Jimmy had started screaming and claiming that they never could take away his child. But eventually he had realised that he had lost this battle and Brenda and Dylan had left together, with a suitcase containing the only things that Brenda wanted to bring from her life with Jimmy.

"Just a sec, baby. I just need to change Isabelle's diaper and then we'll be on our way."

Isabelle, their six-month-old daughter. She was the perfect baby, not only beautiful and angelic with big blue eyes and thick brown hair on her head, but also sweet. She hardly ever cried or screamed.

"Everyone is going to be so surprised." She exclaimed exited

He smiled at her enthusiasm "I know"

"I've been gone for eleven years, that's a long time"

"It'll be fine, I promise" he ran his hands across her arms before embracing her in a hug and kissing her forehead.

She smiled as they broke the hug. It would be fine. Because this time she wasn't alone. He was there right next to her and they had their daughter.

He kissed her forehead one more time before saying; "I'll take Isabelle down to the cab so you can say good bye on your own."

Once again she smiled. But somehow she wasn't sad to say good bye. Sure she had loved London but she was done with that now. One last time she looked around the empty apartment as she twisted her wedding rings around her finger. They had only been there for seven moths but every time she twisted them she was amazed at how right it felt. Like they were apart of her and without them she had been broken. And as she closed the door behind her only one thought ran across her mind; California here we come again…

thanks to all of you who reviewed and i hope you liked the story.