This is it! The last 'After Ending' post. My final update on this account. THANK YOU to ALL my reviewers on this story, without you, I would not have taken this story this far. An ending can be a hit or miss on a story. SO, take your chances with this episode or let the ending be the previous chapter. :)

After Ending – Episode 4: The GOAT

Eight years later.

"This wasn't supposed to happen! We discussed two. Just two, Seth! We financially planned for two. I could give my love to two. But a third? And it's a girl?! I am a boy's mom. I don't know how to be a girl's mom!" Jessica blubbered into the shirt of her husband in the middle of her doctor's appointment. The doctor left the ultrasound on the counter before commenting she would give them some space before she returned.

"I won't be a good mom to her." Jessica's heart ached because she was stuck remembering the brat she herself was growing up. Surely, she would only create a mini-me.

"But look at you now. You're doing great with Connor and Drew. Why can't you do the same with a girl? I am thrilled to have a little girl. I want a daddy's girl. I need one since you are breeding some hardcore mama's boys. And those boys are waiting for us with Vicky. We can talk more about this on the car ride over to pick them up, okay?"

"Okay," Jessica murmured before leaning over to retrieve the ultrasound from the counter.

...

"Mommy! Mommy! Are we having a baby brother?" Connor asked while latching onto Jessica's leg. Jessica smiled to herself while she watched Drew copy his older brother and grab her other leg. To entertain them, she played along. Exaggerating her steps forward to the front door of her dad and Vicky's house. Vicky was waiting in the opened doorway with a bemused smile on her face. Veronica, her daughter (and Jessica's SEVEN-YEAR-OLD stepsister who was the aunt to her kids...what a trip!) shyly hid behind Vicky as Jessica approached with her minions.

"Drew! Connor! Come on boys, give your mom a break. She's carrying your little sister in there." Seth scolded them with a cheerful smile on his face. His smile faded when he rounded the corner of the mini-van and noticed Jessica stood deathly still.

"A sister?!" Connor exclaimed before looking up to his mother. "Mommy? Why are you crying?"

"Shit. Sorry, Jess. I just got off the phone with Jake. I thought you would have told them already," Seth apologized while rushing to his wife's side.

"Mommy, don't cry. I promise I don't mind a sister," Connor reassured Jessica while wrapping his arms around her leg tighter.

"Me too, mommy! I'm fine with a sister." Drew looked to his older brother for direction on how to comfort their mother.

"Drew. Connor. Let's go inside and give your mommy and daddy a moment alone. Let's look at the toys you have here and see what you could share with your baby sister in the future." Vicky offered Jessica and Seth a sympathetic look while she extended her hands forward to the boys. After ushering then inside the house, Jessica and Seth were left alone.

"I thought we were good after talking in the car?" Seth sighed, running a hand through his shaggy, dark hair. It was unruly and wild. Ever since he stopped phasing, he let his hair begin to grow out again.

"We were. Sort of." Jessica began to choke on her words. "I am scared of failing her. God what if she turns out like me!"

"Then I would think the world would be a better place," Seth assured her while running his hands over her stomach. "She would be so lucky to get your strength and stubbornness."

Jessica leaned into Seth's chest while he wrapped his arms around her. Even if his words hadn't touched her heart as they in fact had, just knowing Seth alone was the father offered her solace. With a different home environment then what she had, their daughter surely wouldn't turn out to be as stubborn or cold hearted as she was when growing up.

Thirteen years later.

When Jessica turned a certain age number that she would not dare to admit out loud, she had a very important talk with her daughter. It was a topic that Jessica had never owned up to anyone in her entire life thus far. Even her husband.

"Abigail-"

"Abby, mom," her daughter corrected with a flippant attitude. "you know I hate Abigail."

Jessica fought off an eye roll because she was a parent and doing her best to be patient with her pre-teen daughter.

"Didn't you ever have dreams to see the world?! I refuse to be like you and Dad and stuck in La Push forever."

Jessica snorted before she could stop herself. She wasn't trying to make fun of her daughter, she actually understood her plight all too well. She was the exact same way once upon a time after all.

"I did," Jessica admitted while smoothing the top of her daughter's hair back in an affectionate way that only a mother can do. "Plans change. Dreams change." And of course, she herself had changed.

"So, what? You met dad and conformed your life to his and became a dependent woman!?" Abigail's mouth twisted into a frown while her eyes narrowed in disapproval. It was a marvel how much Abigail was a copycat of Jessica. Except her dark, expressive eyes. They were her fathers. Also, Abigail tended to retain a better tan then Jessica when in the sun.

"Not at all." Jessica walked over to the coffee table in the living room. She gingerly held her lower back as she bent over, reaching for a book. Aging was a bitch. One that Seth didn't succumb to as easily thanks to his genetics. Jessica pulled out a thick, red book before slumping to the couch behind her. She thumbed through the pages until she landed on the page with their family wedding photos from Italy and La Push. "Come here." She patted the space next to herself for her daughter.

"My dreams changed. I thought I needed to see the world for an adventure. But I was wrong when I was younger. It was always your father. He was my dream. My greatest adventure. Even in this small town. I have had a happy life ever since he entered it. I learned this when I spent a month backpacking with my friend Angela."

Jessica's thin fingers flipped through a few more pages before she found the pictures she had been looking for to show her daughter. Each image catalogued her journey through Europe.

"I was between jobs and Angela was on break from grad school. It was fun and I saw so many great things. Without your father, it just didn't seem the same. I knew his obligations and family he would have given up for me to wherever I wanted to go. But I decided that I would choose him. We traveled to a few places before we had Connor. Then it became too late. But don't worry...your father and I have big plans for ourselves after you graduate from high school." In fact, Jessica had a count down calendar stashed under her bed for that occasion.

Jessica fiddled through the corners of pages looking for her favorite section. Their family portraits.

"You see, Abigail, my family means everything to me. Your father means everything to me. I didn't get it before because I had different examples from my parents growing up. Now, l look at my life so far and think I did it right.

I am not deterring your dream. You should see the world and do all you hope to do. Just don't mistake that I gave up anything for your father and became dependent on him. Let's be honest honey, 20 plus years later and your father is still tightly wrapped around this little finger." Jessica waggled her eyebrows in unison with her pinky finger.

"Well, Papa Aro said I am welcome to stay with them anytime I want."

"Dear lord you're actually going to stick with calling him that?"

"Why not?"

"It's creepy."

"Jess!" Before Jessica could list off all the reasons why it was creepy, she was interrupted by her loving husband.

"Pause. I will go into this in great detail later. I should see what your father wants. He sounds agitated which means it's serious."

"Yuuuup. The last time he called your name in such a way he was maaaaaaaaaaad."

Jessica chuckled recalling that fond memory. "And what is the number one thing I always tell you about your father and I's relationship?

"You wear the pants."

"Exactly, and don't forget it. Men kept on a tight leash are the best behaved. Throw them a bone every now and then and keep them on their toes with a touch of drama. Also, for the hell of it." Jessica winked at her daughter before scurrying off to check on her husband.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Jessica asked as she walked to the front door of the house. Seth was dragging in their son Drew by the collar of his shirt.

"Oi vey. Drew, what on gods earth did you do now?"

"He imprinted," Seth answered for his son, obviously distressed.

Jessica eyed her husband up and down, expecting him to go into more detail. When he did not, she sighed. "Okay. One of you please spare me the suspense and tell me who or why this is so upsetting."

Did Jessica want either of her sons to imprint? She would never tell Seth but hell to the no. But that was because of her selfish desire to keep them mama's boys forever. An imprint would take away from that. But if she had to share, she would hide her disappointment from them all.

Her tweaking system never ended. She always found new ways to improve herself. And unfortunately, another opportunity was handed to her on a silver platter.

"Denise Redtree."

That name meant nothing to Jessica. She shrugged her shoulders up to convey that.

"She's a senior, Jess." Mental math put to use with her son being a freshman...there was roughly a three-year age different.

For the second time that day, Jessica snorted.

"It's not funny, Jess. The age difference means more now since they were younger then when we met."

Jessica waved off her husband's worries with an airy dismissal. "He will be fine."

"He's fifteen," Seth seethed, not sharing in Jessica's easy-going reaction.

"Okay?"

"It worked out for us because I was at the end of high school. He is going to have a much more difficult experience then I had when pursuing her."

"Seth, relax."

"Why are you so calm?! Do you not realize what I went through waiting if you would accept me into your life? How I agonized over the possibility of you never seeing me as anything serious because of the age difference?"

Seth's face held a pinched, tension-filled expression and Jessica was baffled as to why. He was blowing up over something that did not warrant this out of character reaction from him. She would explain this to him. Wasn't he forgetting the timeline of how soon they got together?

"Seth. Didn't you solve that problem like in less than a week? Chill. It will-"

"No, Jessica." Sethspoke through his teeth, with a forced restraint. "You would never understand what it is like on our side of things with this younger age gap."

Jessica arched her eyebrows, taken aback that Seth was raising his voice. He rarely did. And never to her.

"Oh, you think you do? Enlighten me then," Seth icily remarked, responding to Jessica's unspoken challenge to his statements. "You got the benefit of me chasing you around. Not giving up. I had doubt and insecurities too, but if I didn't show you confidence all of the time, I knew you would never see me as a man."

Jessica cocked her head to the side before shaking it. She then shifted her weight around, buying herself a collected moment before she replied.

"Get off your high horse, Seth Clearwater. You didn't even let me finish."

Jessica brushed passed her husband and cupped her son's face in the palm of her hands. Oh no, this wasn't going to be a tit for tat scenario. She was above that. So far above it.

"It will work out because you have your father's charm and heart. I see the way girls your age look at you. You may have to be friends with her at first because of the age difference. But that's okay. Some things are worth the wait. And you'll be fine because you're my son. You have my strength, so you can handle this." Jessica delivered a cold stare to her husband before she walked outside the open front door.

"Jess, where are you going?"

Like a scorpion, she could sting when fighting back.

However...

"Out," she called over shoulder.

She refused to be put in jail by her husband for their past and him enduring a handful of days where she rejected him.

Sure to some, crying can be a cathartic release. But Jessica wouldn't cry over something like this. Maybe if the sun exploded, she would right now. Since that didn't seem likely, she stalked off with a confidence of a woman not willing to put up with her husband's non-sensical bullshit.

...

"Well, kids, I messed up."

"Duh, dad," Abigail confirmed for her father while slouching further into the couch cushion she was seated on. She looked up from the photo album to comment on the conversation she just overheard from her parents. "Get a grip. Drew is the most popular guy in his grade. Not just for his good looks. He will be fine. And mom was just saying all this lovey dovey stuff about you that made me want to gag and you totally ruined it."

"Wait, what? She did?" Seth's mouth fell open, his upper lip curling back as it sunk in he really just dug his own grave with his wife.

"Sure did. You know mom is not a mushy person. But she gushed over you and her happy life. You totally just flushed that down the toilet. Nice work."

"Don't be a jerk, Abigail," Drew remarked while taking a seat next to Abigail on the couch. He leaned over to review the pictures displayed on her lap.

"Truth hurts." Abigail ignored the elbow her brother just threw into her shoulder. "You know-"

"Dad? Why are you crying?" Drew interjected in the middle of Abigail winding up for another sassy remark. She was definitely the spitting image of a younger version of their mother.

"I have to find your mother and apologize. But where would she go?" Seth agonized over where to begin searching first. Both teens looked at their distressed father, wondering if he would figure it out for himself. After the short-spanned silence became too much for Abigail, she decided to throw her father a bone.

"Duh. It's Tuesday night. She is probably watching Connor's soccer practice. She usually picks him up after seven, I think. When she said she was going out I think she was just being smart. You were being a tool, dad."

"Enough, Abigail. I get it. Pop in a frozen pizza for dinner tonight. I need to work things out with your mom."

"Have fun groveling!" Abigail called out to her father as he ran out the front door.

...

Jessica watched her son save nearly every ball shot at him. Connor was an outstanding goal keeper. Soccer was the only sport they let him remain in after he first phased. Being goalie didn't add too much of an unfair advantage with his enhanced shifter abilities.

Despite being lost in thought recounting her spat with Seth, Jessica couldn't ignore her best friend, the Coach, joining her on the sidelines.

Jessica reviewed Jake with a quick side glance. "I like the gray highlights. Renesmee's improved on mastering her coloring techniques. Eventually, they will catch on. You can't 'age' this well forever. Unless you find a way to work magic on the makeup. It could work..." Jessica mused as her mind cooked of some elaborate aging effects on Jake's current face.

"One day. We will cross that bridge when it comes. Connor's really good. Maybe consider having him stop phase soon, I could work with him. That way he can play in college."

"If he wants. All up to him. I only support like a good mother does."

"Look at you, all grown up now, Jess."

"Maybe. Seth yelled at me today," Jessica confessed in hopes to alleviate the sinking feeling in her stomach.

Jake's lips slightly parted. Thoughtful. "Oh. Really? That's a first." He nodded his head slowly, encouraging her to continue.

"Now that I am less agitated about it, I suppose he's right. Maybe I am too optimistic about it. Drew imprinting. Same age difference as Seth and I. But different playing field. I didn't see a big deal about it, Seth thinks otherwise." Jessica sighed before running her hand through her hair. Her fingers stopped when they hit the scar along her scalp. "I am a coward. After all this time together, over two decades of marriage, and I have never asked him his side of the story. How he handled my constant rejections when we first started. That is what he fears for Drew. Was it that hard? Did he suffer that much because of me? But even if he did, it was JUST for a few days. Then he had me eating out of the palm of his hand." Jessica's chest swelled with pride. "Screw this. I won't feel bad. Drew will be fine. Seth needs to chill."

"I always admire how you talk your way through your own problems without needing anyone's input to solve it." Jake chuckled before flicking Jessica on the nose.

"Do I detect a touch of sarcasm there?" Jessica retorted while batting away Jake's finger.

"As our friendship normally dictates, I would in turn give you advice you don't want or need anyways. But Seth is coming and can handle this one for himself. I can call over Connor to talk after this scrimmage ends if I sense things aren't worked out by then between you two."

Jessica nodded her appreciation to Jake before he took off.

"Come here to apologize?" Jessica asked, willing her voice to not choke up.

"Yes," Seth admitted while taking a seat on the grass next to his wife.

"I was an ass. You were right. As usual."

"Really?" Jessica asked, unsure of herself. She honestly had not expected that he be giving up the fight so soon.

"Yeah. I don't know why I panicked about it." Seth reached for Jessica's left hand. She accepted his hand without a second thought.

"Well, you've never told me about it before, Seth. So...share with me now. I can handle the truth and maybe it will be good for you to get it off your chest. What was it like that first week after you imprinted on me?"

Twelve years later.

"Come on, Dad, it's time to go," Abigail insisted while grabbing her father's rough hand. She gently dragged Seth away. "She wouldn't want you to spend the whole day there. Let's go be with the rest of the family."

In the background, two brothers followed their sister and father.

"I can't believe she requested that for her headstone in her will," Drew chuckled when looking back over his shoulder.

"Uncle Jake said it was because she lost some sort of bet when they were younger. Or something like that. I hate laughing because I miss her, but I know she would laugh too." Despite his red rimmed eyes, a soft smile caressed Connor's full lips.

Both boys took after their father. It was more evident than ever as adults. A smidge of their mother was present in both still. In different ways from the physical part of it at least. The older brother, Connor, received his mother's dark, cerulean eyes known to have a cold look. Drew kept his father's eyes like his younger sister, but he had his mother's chestnut colored hair.

Drew wrapped his arm around his "older" brother's shoulder, who he had two more inches of height on. It was always a running joke in the family. How the younger brother was the tallest. Connor never minded. He thought being 6'3" was plenty of tall enough.

"You'll have to ask him to re-tell us that story. I have to stop and pick up the catering order with Denise after we head out of here. I am glad Carlisle and Esme didn't mind hosting. It is nice that all the Cullens are coming back for this. Papa Aro and Nana Anne should be heading straight there from the airport."

Connor stopped walking forward. "Shit. I hope Abby doesn't bring her boyfriend. Aro will not like knowing that! He is more outrageous about her dating prospects then dad is. Yikes."

The brothers looked at each other before laughing. And while their amusement was genuine, there was a tinge of sadness to it that they didn't want to speak on anymore for the day.

...

When the crowd had dispersed, Jacob Black walked up to the grave of his long-time best friend and kneeled before it.

"I can't believe you followed through with that bet. We made that decades ago, you crazy girl. I will miss you. Don't worry, I'll watch over Seth until it's his time to join you. Looking at his face today, Jess, that could be soon. Encourage him to stay as long as he can. You'll always be waiting. Love you, Jess."

Jake patted the headstone and released a low laugh that contained small traces of grief.

Here lies beloved mother and wife

Jessica Stanley, GOAT

"So, what are you doing again?"

"Making a video. Her grandkids won't get to know her as they should have. Fuck cancer. I want them to hear first-hand stories about their grandmother. Something to hold onto. It also is a good way to prove to my mom that I can make use of my film degree that she paid for."

"Got it. FYI, she would have been nauseated to hear herself being called grandma. She actually confided to me she wanted to be called, J-ma." Jake turned away before he busted out laughing. He vividly recalled the exact conversation when she had told him so. It seemed too soon to laugh so openly and carefree when thinking of her, but he knew she would have preferred that route for him. For everyone she loved. Jake resumed giving his attention to the camera with the red blinking light staring at him in the face. "So, you're asking me first because..."

"You are her best friend and I hear there is a story behind her gravestone."

Jake squinted and the camera zoomed in on the way his eyes lit up with a twinkle of mischief. "That there is. To kick it off, you're familiar with the Volturi thing, right?"

"Which one?"

"Ha. Fair enough. The one after Abigail was born."

"You know she hates that. Why do you insist on calling her by her full name?"

"Because her mom loved that name. So, to honor my friend, Abigail it is. Anyways, to recap for the youngsters watching this one day- wait, who is going to see this? Just her grandkids, right? When I loosened up how we pass on the secret, I did restrict it to family only. So, I don't want anyone else to see this." Jake's glare easily conveyed the threat of what would happen if anyone else's eyes were to see this video aside from those privileged to the secret.

"No worries, once edited, I will delete the copy on my computer after I transfer the file to my cousins."

Jacob nodded. "Well, after Abigail was born things changed. Jessica took her to meet Aro and Anne despite Seth's opposition. However, that turned out to be for the best. Aro was besotted with Abigail. That was Jessica's way to describe it at least. He was really fascinated with that little punk as a baby. Sure, she was cute. Like any baby. But Aro really adored her right away. And then, it turned out Abigail was a singer for one of his court. After Aro killed his brother, he seemed to have a change of heart on killing humans. He went on the famous 'vegetarian' diet the Cullens are on. So yeah, that happens and Jess got the biggest head from it. So cocky that without her presence to bring Abigail in this world, this newfound peace would have not been ushered in. Aside from inspiring the King of Vampires to drink only human blood, she also brought a good case to me how we should expand who knows the secret. It was easy to enact as our tribe's chief and pack's alpha. Well, that one was not a hard sell to me though. Anyways. To the point of this story. One day when I was fed up with Jessica bragging about her GOAT self… I mentioned to her that if she really wanted to solidify the self-proclaimed GOAT title, there were only two ways of solidifying it forever. Option A, withstand a five minute conversation with Bella of her own volition. Option B, immortalize it in stone. Now I did not specify a headstone, that sick, twisted girl chose that herself. Let it be known that she went with Option A at first. She only made it two minutes before she bailed and said, "B it is then, Jake".

"Aren't you dating Bella's daughter? Or is it niece? I can never remember because you ALL look around my age."

"Quileutes have good genes, kid. Count yourself lucky."

...

"Um, Bella, are you sure you want to do this? I only want to record people who have nice things to say?"

"What old gossip are you clinging to? Jessica and I were friends."

"Jake told me about the GOAT bet."

"That was decades ago. Jessica and I regretted how we held onto our reservations about one another due to our past. Once we let go, it was smooth sailing."

"Really?"

"Really. I won't sugar coat it; we were and remain opposites in a lot of our personality quirks. But that's what made things fun. She taught me to stand up for myself more and let my vicious side take over when necessary. It helps keep things spicy between Edward and I."

"Okay... So, you're supposed to tell me something good about Jessica for her future grandkids."

"Right. Before we were friends, Jessica did something I will always cherish. She slapped Jake on my behalf."

"She what?! Aren't they best friends?"

"It was before they became best friends."

"Why did she slap him?"

"She...found out he...he imprinted on Nessie when she was one day old. Before I even met her. Held her!"

"Really, Bella, that's your story? Lame."

"Shut up, Jake. Where's Nessie?"

"After the slap, she did comment it was more so for the fact that he came up with the name Nessie and she refused to ever call Renesmee that ever again. And true to her word, she never did."

...

"Jessica was an acquired taste as she often put it. It was probably around 16 years after she and Seth first got together that my pallet towards her began to shift."

Edward Cullen looked into the camera with the softest expression he could offer.

"I am good at reading people." He winked to the camera. "But there was one thing she did that changed my perspective. She did so well to hide it from me too."

"Oh, I like this story!" Jake cut in while inserting himself into the camera's frame.

"I know you do. As I was saying before being interrupted, she famously decreed to Jacob that the day she would call Bella a friend is the day pigs would fly."

"So, one day Jacob calls us up and mentions that Bella and I need to go outside of our house. It was an emergency." Edward rolled his eyes before Jake bumped him in the shoulder with his own.

"Bella and I head outside, and there is this bright pink drone that is decorated like a pig shooting out of the sky before it begins to circle us."

Jacob's hands waved in front of the camera in a crisscross pattern to mimic fluttering wings.

"That's the moment I knew that Jessica had raised her white flag. She never let her past define her. As a person who finds comfort in things staying the same, I can admit that Jessica entering our lives when she did was a welcomed change. Not at first. She was a loose cannon after all. But when we let go of old perceptions of one another, she made our lives interesting. We…made a good friend, one that Bella and I will never forget as long as we live."

...

"Jess was a character. She was as loyal as they come. God, I love my sister. And miss her. She would tell me to stop being such a baby right now. She was one tough bitch. I knew I would like her when I first met her. Never knew how much I would come to love her. I was lucky that for Seth it was her."

Leah wiped the black tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, failing to compose her emotional state. Her mascara was ruined, but she didn't give two shits about it.

"Aw, mom, you want a tissue?"

Leah waved her son off.

"I gave her a ton of shit over the years for never taking the Clearwater name. Seth didn't care. I guess that's what mattered most. I should have told her before she passed away, but Jessica Stanley has the right ring to it. She was never afraid to swim against the current. Also, admittedly, I think the girl was too lazy to go through all the paperwork to change her name."

Leah's once choked up voice loosened up as a laugh bubbled up her throat. She raised her wine glass in the air, tilting it towards the camera.

"Cheers to you, bitch. I am even drinking a red wine because that was her go to. She liked her wine like her sense of humor, dry."

...

"You sure you want to do this, Uncle Seth? You can always try later."

"Now is the right time. Everyone else has shared something. Why can't I? For me, it could have been no one else but Jess. There are so many things I could share. I am sure they will come to me in the future. But all right now I can focus on how she always joked how in her next life she wanted to be a cat and be owned by some rich old lady who pampered her. I am a dog person. Always have been and always will be. But let me tell you, for that woman, I hope in the next life I am a cat so I can be with her."

"Aw I like that, Uncle Seth. Let me just-"

..

A black screen is in view when the camera is next turned on. The lid is left on purpose. The audio is the focus.

"Well, I dropped the camera when I was just making good progress on the interviews. I just wish I hadn't. Uncle Seth had more to say. But he passed away in his sleep that night. The doctors called it a stroke. He was as fit as a fiddle though. Our family speculates it's from a broken heart. I never realized how strong an imprint bond can be. It has been hard for everyone in our family. The pack. The Cullens. Aunt Jessica's family. My mom hasn't stopped crying over her brother and my aunt for the last few days.

I have cried too. Today I almost did as well when walking across the parking lot into work. But then I saw this black cat and white cat grooming each other. And all I could think to myself is that I hope Uncle Seth's wish comes true.

Especially since cats get nine lives."

Author's Note:

OMG the end :')

Writing this final chapter was Difficult. I have never done a chapter like this before. Honestly, I was scared to as silly as that sounds. I mean have read past stories I really loved and then the author did this 'epilogue' of the rest of their life together was 'meh'.

So, I took a different approach and tried to figure out what I needed to get across for their end. And most of all, I wanted to know I liked it. So even if you as a reader didn't, well…to each their own.

I almost ended it with the gravestone scene with Jake. But then I had this idea about the video scene thanks to IpswichMyrtle's review on the last chapter. They mentioned how 'real' the story felt, on par with it being written like a diary ^_^ So I thought a video diary to capture all the good Jessica did in her life was deserved. To show the growth she had hoped to have in parts 1-15 of this story.

Anyways, this is the end. So much for being a small, short story as I first imagined when I posted this first part of this story on a whim. But this was fun! I had a lot of laughs when writing this. I hope you shared them too when reading.

Jessica Stanley, in every story that I have written with you in it, I promise I made you the GOAT :)

Since this is my last story update on Fanfic, I thought it was appropriate to write my goodbye piece in this section.

When I wrote my stories on this account, my goal was story progress. I HATED reading a book where an important character scene took place and then it was 100 pages before we saw a follow up to that scene with those characters. Drove me nuts!

My stories drive to the point character interaction since that is what I loved seeing most when I read. My younger self would have never imagined me writing fanfic in my twenties let alone writing for fun! And it has been fun. Every story. Alas, it is time to focus on some other important things going on in my life right now. If you have found this story in some time after my final post, I hope you enjoyed it and perhaps other stories I have finished on this fanfic account as well. I imagine I will stick check my email folder for reviews, so feel free to leave one.

Fanfic & readers, thanks for the memoires. They were precious. And I will continue to write, I think. Just maybe my own stories to tell now.

Wishing you good health and happiness during this crazy pandemic we are in right now!

Lalaland9722

November 2020