It had been two weeks since that night on the beach, and life had changed immensely for the infamous eight from West Beverly. Brandon had gone back to D.C. last week to finish his projects and move out of his brownstone. Then, with boxes tucked into a trailer attached to his silver Mercedes, he had driven straight home to his home at Casa Walsh in Beverly Hills.

In the mean time, Kelly had moved out of the beach apartment and into the home that she would share with Brandon. The painters had come to change a few minor details, and she had spent a week off from work to get things settled. By the time he had arrived, it was already starting to have a definite Kelly flare. Photos of their families and friends lined the bookshelves and fresh flowers added to the aura of each room.

Brenda had also left Los Angeles to finish her remaining stage dates in London. Dylan had went with her, turning his keys to the beach apartment over to Donna happily. He had already managed to buy back his old place, which had been put up for sale after the last couple had lost it to foreclosure. They would move back into the house in two weeks when they returned back to California for good.

Andrea's trip back to Boston had been a brief one as well. After a series of long talks with Jesse and a much shorter one with Hannah, she had finally made the decision to quit her job and move back to L.A. With a great recommendation from the chief of staff at her hospital, she had secured a transfer to the city's best pediatric hospital. Jesse had also gotten a job teaching at her old school, California University. They'd chosen to share a duplex, each with their own side. It would be convenient for them both and hopefully help their daughter adjust more easily to the move. Beside, it would be nice to have him close to her again. Things between them had been better since she'd returned from Beverly Hills. Though she hadn't seen it coming, she'd finally realized that there was still something there. And she knew that they both felt it.

David's life had also been altered. With encouragement from Andrea, he had taken the first step. His hands had shaken as he dialed Valerie's number. From the very first word, he knew that eventually she would come home to him. Though she was still in Colorado, they spoke every day. He was going out to visit over the upcoming weekend, and she had made plans to come a few weeks after that.

And life had changed for Steve and Donna, too. After moving out of Casa Walsh and the house she had shared with David, they had easily fallen into a pattern of life together. Madeline enjoyed playing on the beach, building sandcastles and chasing their new puppy on the beach. Steve hadn't seen her so happy in months, and he hadn't felt that happy in almost twice as long. To celebrate that happiness, he had shipped his daughter off for a night with Uncle Brandon.

He quickly lit the long taper candle, invigorating the small kitchen with the ambient light. Setting the filet on the table, he laid a napkin on each of the chairs. She'd be home any minute, so he didn't have much time. As he heard her key turning in the door, Steve dropped the last lily in the vase and turned to face her.

"Why are the lights off?" she called, throwing her keys into a bowl. As she looked up, her face lit up with amazement. Her hands covering her mouth, she grinned as he stepped forward to hand her a small bouquet of lilies to match the ones in the vase.

"I was trying to think of the perfect way to say thank you. To give you back an ounce of what you have given me."

"You didn't have to do this," she told him, "but I'm glad you did."

"I made a filet with a side of sautéed vegetables and homemade bread."

"Yummy," she giggled childishly. "What about desert? I'm craving something sweet."

"Your favorite."

"You didn't?"

"Popcorn and ice cream."

Brandon shut the door to Madeline's old room and headed down to the couch to veg with Kelly. Things were harmonious between them, almost perfect. He'd taken a ride that afternoon under the false pretense of picking up a few groceries. Instead, he'd found himself outside the same German jewelry store that he'd went to all those years ago in college. He'd bought her something there, but he wasn't sure that he was ready to give it to her. A small token of his love, he'd give it to her when the timing was right.

"Hey, Honey," he said, dropping a kiss in her hair.

"Hey," she mumbled sleepily, struggling to open her eyes to focus on the man next to her. An old movie was playing on the television.

"I love you, Kel."

"I love you, too, baby. What brought that on?"

"I just looked at you and I had to tell you," he said simply. As she peered up at him with her slight smile, he knew that the time was now. "I bought you something today."

"You did?" she asked happily. Her jaw dropped as he tumbled off the couch and dropped to his knee. Pulling a box out of his pocket, he flipped open the velvet case to reveal a ring. It wasn't a new piece like many would have expected. Instead, he had taken the ring he had used in his first proposal during their sophomore year of college. Adding a significant but smaller stone to each side, it was an updated ring with the same sentiment of its original form.

"I remember telling you that we could take quite a journey together, and I think that we have. And every step I take for the rest of my life, I want to know that I have you by my side. Kelly Marlene Taylor, will you marry me?"

She wanted to say, it's too soon. They'd just reconnected. However, as the cool metal slid down her left ring finger and the diamond caught a glimmer of light from the fire, she knew that she couldn't say anything but, "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes."