A/N: Well, this it. The last chapter of my series that I began almost two years ago! I want to thank everyone for the support!

I know it's been a rough couple of years for a lot of people, so I want to give extra thanks to those of you who have reached out to me, either through comments or PMs. I think the only way we're all gonna get through these crazy times is by supporting each other, and the fanfic community is pretty amazing in that regard!

For those who have followed this series from the beginning, or those who picked it up later, I truly hope this finale makes you as happy as it made me.

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Two Weeks Later

Poe Dameron tried his best to stifle a groan as he sank gratefully into a chair just outside the front door of his house. He had just gotten back from what would normally be considered a short hike through the jungle he grew up in with Seb and Jag, and he was completely wiped out. He knew it would take a long time for him to get back to where he was before the tenugo bite and twelve days paralyzed in a bed (thirteen if you counted the last day when Kofra wouldn't let him get out until he was sure Poe could actually walk), but he was getting bored and had thought a short jaunt of less than five kilometers would be doable. And it had been, but not without cost.

He glanced over at Rey who was sitting on a blanket on the ground with another grandchild, Chrys, Shiloh's firstborn, who was just starting to make her first attempts at crawling. He could tell she was holding back a smile; she had warned him he might not be quite up to a hike yet. BB-8 rocked softly back and forth next to them, watching the baby in fascination. From Shaina to Chrys, babies had always captivated the little droid.

Shiloh and Shaina were the only grown offspring still planetside, but the others had promised to visit more often than for official family events. He could only assume that Rey had put them all on a serious guilt trip while he had been out of it.

He leaned back in the comfortable chair, for once glad for the relatively new additions to the front yard. It was not easy getting old, but it was even more difficult admitting you were getting old. Of course, he hadn't felt this old before the bite, and both Kofra and Rey were convinced he would get stronger with time. Daily physical therapy with Kofra's Chalactan nurse, Nemta Odre, was helping. Rey's massages, which she happily gave every night before bed, also helped significantly. As did the activities those massages sometimes led to. At least he wasn't too old for that, yet!

He felt himself dozing off when he heard the familiar sound of a Corellian YT freighter enter atmosphere. Knowing the Falcon was (finally) permanently grounded and on display at the museum in the Grand Temple, he opened his eyes and peered up curiously. While not extinct, he didn't know many who flew the old YTs any more, but the one he knew best other than the Falcon would be more than welcome here. He barely saw the Rebellious as it disappeared behind the trees, heading for their private landing pad. He smiled. Finn was back. He closed his eyes again, comfortably waiting for his friend to finish with the landing cycle and come join them; he and Rose had headed back to Kashyyyk over a week ago, but Finn had always been planning to come back when things quieted down around here. In other words, when the huge Dameron clan dispersed a bit.

He felt his friend's presence not long after and opened his eyes to see Rey waving to him as he strode through the trees toward them. Poe couldn't help but feel a bit jealous at the ease the younger man had in walking; he had never been patient when it came to healing. He closed his eyes again, feeling a smile tug at his lips as he laughed at himself internally.

"Just in time to make dinner," he heard Rey say to Finn, and heard his friend respond with huff.

There was silence for a moment. Then Finn asked, "What he do to knock himself out like that?"

"Took a hike with his son and grandson," Rey replied. "And he had to make sure Jag had no clue how hard it was for him to do." Jagger was just starting to get over his guilt over Poe getting bit; Poe wasn't going to add to it.

"You're such a fake," Finn grumbled good-naturedly.

Poe laughed, finally opening his eyes in time to see his friend sink down on the blanket across from Rey. He motioned toward the other chair. "You can sit here, you know."

"Oh, I'm not old enough to have to use a comfy chair like that, yet," Finn snarked.

"Moof Milker," Poe grumbled.

Rey giggled, and Poe thought it was the most beautiful sound in the galaxy.

"So, what's for dinner, Tico?" Poe asked, purposefully wiggling himself further into that comfy chair.

"Depends on what you've got available," Finn responded. "We all know you do the shopping around here, and you've been a bit occupied with other things, so do we even have anything to make?"

"Hey!" Rey picked up a leaf and threw it at Finn. "I'll have you know I've been doing a decent job keeping Poe fed while he's recovering."

Finn looked at Poe. "How many times has she cooked since you left the clinic."

"Once," Poe told him with a smirk. "Shaina and Shiloh have been doing it most of the time."

"And guess who asked them to do it?" Rey argued. "Me!"

The men laughed and Rey couldn't stop a smile of her own from blooming.

Poe felt his heart bloom right along with it. He glanced back and forth between his two best friends. Almost forty years since the Force had brought them into his life, and here, now, they were still together. Still best friends. His found family.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and he looked off to the side of the yard where the young Uneti tree stood. He saw the shapes of two people in the shadow near the trunk, and though he couldn't see them clearly, he recognized them. Shara and Kes, their essences still attached to the Force power emanating from the tree, which was an offspring of the original one still standing at the Dameron homestead. They had appeared on more than one occasion since Poe, Rey, and their three youngest children had settled back here on Yavin eight years ago. The encounters were similar to the ones he had with Leia in the Great Temple, silent but comforting.

He looked over at Rey who was also looking at the couple by the tree. She met his gaze and smiled.

The Force would be with them. Always.

THE END

A/N: I'm going to take a short little break now, but I'll be back the day after Christmas for the Damerey Secret Santa gift exchange and my next multi-chapter should be ready to go shortly after that. They are both Modern AUs, but no worries. I still love canonical Rey and Poe and the Star Wars Universe, so I'm sure more of those will be appearing in my works in the future. Once again, thank you all for reading!