Author's Note: Le voila! The end! I hope you liked the story. Sorry it took so long to update, I have exams (Agh! Exams!) and studying is very time consuming. So thanks once again to all my lahvely readers and reviewers. There's a twist to this chapter, and maybe even no sock! (gasp!) So read and enjoy, and drop a review with any comments on zee whole thing. Thanks!

Epilogue: And the genes kick in

Lily walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes with one hand as she clutched her plush bear with the other. She was wearing a polka dotted nightdress, and the small dog by her ankles donned matching hair bows and a collar. Logan looked up from the paper he was highlighting, fixing the girl with a stare that asked, 'What's the excuse this time?'.

"Foo couldn't sweep." She said with a yawn, walking over to the counter.

"Your dog couldn't sleep?" He stood up and walked to the fridge, pulling out a carton of milk.

"Mmhmm." She replied with a nod. "She said she got a nightmawe, and that cookies and miwk would hewp." She explained, the slight lisp that four year olds have making her trip over her 'r's and 'l's.

Logan snorted back laughter as he pulled the cookie jar out from the cupboard. Lily climbed onto one of the barstools, placing her bear in the one next to her.

"Foo's a weally smawt dog." She explained as he poured milk into a brightly coloured plastic cup. "She aweady knows fwee twicks. Mummy hewped teach dem."

The small dog, white with grey and black spots, yipped from her spot at the base of the barstool. Logan handed her the glass of milk and a cookie.

"Hm. Well your mother is definitely a good dog-trainer, Princess. She taught your grandmother's dog how to dance on two legs."

Lily giggled, kicking her legs against the counter as she drowned her cookie in the milk. "Panka is funny." She said with a smile. She had called Paul Anka Panka since she was two. She shoved a bite of cookie into her mouth as Logan sat down in the seat next to the bear.

He began to read his paper again, vaguely aware that Lily was staring at him intently. "Watcha doin, daddy? She asked after a moment, her legs still beating against the counter.

"Just some work." He replied.

She nodded. "Mommy saided dat you wite wike she does." Rory had explained her job as a journalist to Lily several times, trying to make the little girl interested in the field.

"She's right." Logan said. "I'm a journalist, but I'm also the guy who runs the whole office."

"Wike Stinkhead?"

Logan rolled his eyes. Rory was in the habit of referring to her boss as 'Stinkhead', as he had a slight problem with body odour.

"Yes, a bit like Mr. Davies." He replied, stressing the man's name.

Lily nodded, simultaneously taking a sip of milk. She crammed the final bit of cookie into her mouth. "Daddy?"

"Hm?"

"Can I have anover cookie, pwease?"

"No." He replied instantly.

"Pwetty pwease?"

"Nope."

"Pweeeease?" She turned to look at him, her eyes wide and lower lip slightly protruding in a small pout.

"Sorry," He said with a laugh, "One cookie's enough. Want me to come tuck you in?"

Lily shook her head. "But Daaaddy! I'm not…ot… not even tiewd." She broke off at 'not' to yawn widely.

"I think you are."

She shook her head again. "It's not dat wate, daddy." She informed him, her brown curls bouncing as she continued to shake her head.

"Really? Look at the clock."

Lily squinted to try and read the numbers on the small digital clock near the end of the counter. Unable to, she reached out to grab it, kneeling forward on the stool.

"Careful, princess!" Logan said as she leaned even further on the table.

There was a brief pause, then a loud clatter as the clock fell to the ground. Logan looked up. He looked at the clock, broken on the ground. He looked at Lily, sitting on her stool with wide, innocent eyes.

Rory, hearing the clatter, walked into the room from the bedroom. "I heard a noise…" She said groggily with a stifled yawn. She stopped a step short of the clock, then caught a glimpse of Logan's absurdly amused face.

She bit her lip to stop from laughing, just as he began to laugh loudly. She joined him, leaving Lily very confused.

"Wha's so funny?" She asked. Logan just shook his head.

"Come on, Princess, let's get you to bed." He held out his hand and walked Lily and her plush bear back to her room.

After tucking her in, he walked back to the kitchen, where Rory was still laughing over the broken clock.

He slipped his arms around her waist, smiling so much she could almost hear it.

"And so," He said into her ear with a chuckle, "The genes kick in."

Fin.