Author's note: OH MY GOD! IT'S THE LAST CHAPTER! THE LAST CHAPTER!
Chapter Six: You're Still the One
Thirty-year-old Timmy Turner sat at his living room desk, typing work documents onto his laptop and reflecting on the past week's events as the rain splattered against the window. Trixie had met them at the park to 'speak her piece' a week ago and caused his wife to take up the dangerous, unpredictable side she liked to keep hidden from the world. Not only this, but they weren't as alone as they had previously thought when the argument ensued.
The front page headline read: 'A Turner for the Worst?', displaying a full colour photograph of the group in Dimmsdale Park, with Tootie screaming her head off and slapping Trixie, complete with every piece of juicy gossip heard written beneath. Many reporters had stopped him and his wife in the street, asking questions like: "Tootie, how can you stand to know that your husband cheated on you?" and: "Timmy, what was it like knocking up Trixie Tang?"
Suddenly, Timmy felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see the face of his loving wife, Tootie. Her ebony eyes held a loving expression as she gazed into his azure eyes.
"What are you working on, sweetie?" she asked gently.
"Oh, just some work papers," he replied, smiling. "I should have them finished soon."
"That's good." Tootie then cast the newspaper on the side a filthy look. "I still can't believe someone from the press was spying on us last week. That was a private conversation."
"I know, but it was Trixie they were trailing." An awkward silence followed. "Um... where are the kids?"
"Playing upstairs. They're making an awful racket though. It's almost as if they've got a whole circus up there."
The pair laughed heartily upon hearing the cries of a lion, followed by an elephant and a seal, come from upstairs.
"Kids. I don't know where they got such a realistic tape, but at least it keeps them entertained."
"Yeah." Tootie kissed her husband on the crown of his head. "And remember, no matter how much abuse we get over this whole ordeal, we will stick it out."
Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday
"You got that right. We'll fight to survive. We can't give up now. I know I nearly screwed everything up, but-"
"Let's not go into that again. I've already forgiven you, so please don't do it again."
"I promise I won't. You have my word."
Timmy then spun round in his computer chair and locked lips with the woman he loved beyond all else. Could Trixie give him true love? No. Could Trixie give him a modest, comfortable lifestyle? No. Could Trixie give him Tammy and Tommy? No.
Who gave a damn what anyone else thought? This was their life and they were the only ones to decide their own fate. If no one could support them and be happy for them, they could 'stick their opinions where the sun don't shine', as Timmy would say.
They said, "I'll bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together
Still going strong
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Another week later, making it six weeks since the incident, Timmy and Tootie decided to take the twins for a picnic in Dimmsdale Park. The kids, who had peculiarly shuddered at the mention of the zoo, had insisted upon it. What was also strange was that they were wearing watches (pink for Tammy and green for Tommy) that their parents never remembered buying...
They were just busy setting up the desired picnic when two familiar faces walked up to them.
"Hey, Timmy!" the dark-skinned man said cheerfully.
"Hey, Tootie!" the blonde-haired woman holding his hand said joyfully.
"Oh my God!" Timmy replied. "A.J.!"
"Veronica!" Tootie added. "It's so good to-" Her eyes trailed downwards and landed on a young, half-caste girl with black hair and azure eyes. "Hello. Who are you then? Are you their daughter, whom I've heard so much about in emails?"
The girl, gripping hold of Veronica's dress, held tighter and hid her face from view. Tootie smiled and looked up into the azure eyes of her best friend.
"Yep... Tessa Goodram," Veronica announced, waving a hand in the little girl's direction. "She's six. I'm sorry we couldn't show you her sooner... but that's what happens when a married couple move to the Bahamas." She flashed her wedding ring. "Are they Tammy and Tommy?" She indicated the azure-eyed twins, the former of which had brown hair and glasses and the latter of which had black hair and a pink hat.
"Yep." Tootie linked Timmy's arm and held it close. "Oh, Veronica, I love my family so much... I just couldn't be happier... Nothing can tear us apart." Veronica merely smiled in response, realising the hell they must have been through as of late. She'd heard the story on the news many a time.
(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
"Hey, Timmy, have you seen Chester lately?" A.J. asked his pink-tied friend.
"No, why?" Timmy replied.
"'Cause he's only gone and got himself a new girlfriend!"
Timmy was amazed. His eyes widened. "Really? Who?"
"Trixie," Veronica answered for her husband.
Tootie grabbed hold of Timmy's hand, gripping it tight. He gripped her hand back as the horrible memories of her returned.
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss goodnight
"Speaking of which..." A.J. muttered, "here they come now..."
Everyone turned around to see Chester McBadbat walking towards them, hand-in-hand with the woman who was unmistakably Trixie Tang.
"Hey, guys!" Chester called over warmly. His girlfriend, however, looked rather nervous, especially when she locked eyes with Tootie.
Tootie tried inwardly chanting some mantra she'd heard on television, but it didn't seem to calm her very well. Instead, she thought to herself, She's not a part of our lives anymore... It's all over and done with... forever... That worked.
Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'
Trixie fidgeted with her polo neck for a few moments before taking a deep breath, forcing herself to look in Tootie's eyes, before saying, "Seen any... reporters lately?"
Tootie narrowed her eyes slightly. "No, we haven't seen any for a while now. I think our story's gotten too old for them to care anymore."
They said, "I'll bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together
Still going strong
"Th-That's good..." Trixie then took a sudden interest in her white leather boots.
"So how did you become Chester's girlfriend?" Tootie had tried not to lace her voice with venom, but it hadn't worked terribly well.
"Well... I was sitting on my bed, staring out my window at the rain, when my phone rang. I answered it and there was Chester, ordering an extra cheese pizza with anchovies and mushrooms. It turns out Kevin's Pizza Parlour and I only have a one-digit difference in our phone numbers."
Chester then added, "So, I thought, "Hey, it must be destiny that I'm on the phone to Trixie Tang, so why waste it." And that's when I asked her out. The worst she could do was hang up, but she accepted!"
"Oh and did you know," Trixie added, "that he doesn't live in a trailer or eat garbage anymore? He now has a good job and a good house." Chester proudly puffed out his chest.
This time, Tootie felt a little affection creep into her. It felt much better than the feeling of hatred, so she let it stay. "Congratulations," she said with a smile, gently tightening the grip on her beloved.
(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss goodnight
For the first time that day, Trixie noticed Veronica's daughter. "And who's this little cutie?" she asked.
Veronica, who saw that her best friend was growing warm towards Trixie, also decided it was best to put the past behind her, of course not knowing the full story of the "affair", but knowing enough from newspapers and television to hate her for it. After all, she'd hurt her best fiend.
"Her name's Tessa," she replied with a warm smile.
While Trixie cooed and said hello to Tessa, who refused to come out from behind her mother's dress, Tootie reflected on her life. Yes, it had been tampered with, but she knew it was still going to turn out perfect. She also knew the future would make her and Trixie good friends, but, right now, all she wanted to do was cuddle Timmy. Withdrawing her hand from his grasp, that's what she did.
(You're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss goodnight
"So..." A.J. interjected, pointing at the tablecloth on the floor, "I take it you four were about to have a picnic?"
Tootie nodded. "Would you all like to join us?"
Chester's grin became huge. "Alright! Thanks, Tootie!" He then sat down, but noticed the twins sitting down opposite him. "Tammy and Tommy?" he asked, having heard about them from Timmy in emails, since he now had the Internet. They nodded in return, beaming at him.
Trixie looked to Tootie for permission to sit down and received an approving nod, so, tucking a stray strand of black hair behind her ear and giving a sheepish grin, she sat down next to her boyfriend. She knew it would take a while for the woman now back to holding Timmy's hand to trust her, but she was sure that, once she did, they would share a most beautiful friendship... and, unbeknownst to her, Tootie was thinking the exact same thing.
I'm so glad we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
THE END