Welcome to the ending of the Ending (I kinda love the sound of that.) Yes. This was all published super-duper fast! But y'know, I preferred to just put it all out there and leave it for the readers to enjoy. :-) Sorry if I didn't feed anyone's anticipation. I'm not really good at doing that. XD

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this story, and an extra special thank you to all those who will leave reviews. But even more so, I'm very grateful for the people who clicked on "The Never Ending Weekend" and read that crazy little fic, and then read every crazy little fic after that. Your support has meant a lot to me in this fandom! I hope that everyone has enjoyed this story, and please R&R.

Epilogue

Mac sat in the rocking chair by the little window, a decorative blanket of moons and stars draped over the small baby's body that laid against his chest. After carrying her in his stomach, and then a chamber essentially doing the rest of the work, she was now here in the world. Mac examined each of her toes and fingers, which were small and a blue. The blue tint of her skin, he noticed, was even fainter than Junior's, and a cross between an ice and a sky blue, but it was just as lovely.

They had named her Adalie, in which Bloo and Mac had combined their favorite girl names: Adele and Adalia.

Adalie yawned in her sleep, and it was as quiet as the whisper of the wind. Bloo passed by and stood in the doorway, watching his daughter with a beaming smile on his face.

"So are we going to keep her?"

"Oh, I like her," Mac responded, holding her securely as he rocked back in the chair. He rubbed her back with a free hand. "I like her a lot. She doesn't even cry."

"We got our dose of a crybaby. He's out with his friends tonight, running around. Relishing the beautiful spring world."

"Mmm," Mac responded, nodding. "Did my dad go home already?"

"Yeah. He said he had work in the morning. So he went home."

Mac hugged the baby closer to him. "This is a really nice blanket that your grandpa got for you, little girl."

"He's going to spoil both of those kids rotten," Bloo grumbled, settling himself down in an armchair by Adalie's crib. "Ever since you said you were pregnant, he's been on the celebration ship and won't get off."

"I don't mind it." Mac raised his head to look at him. "He's just trying to catch up on time lost."

Mom couldn't though. Mac thought, slightly sad. The last time he had seen her had been that night when she had stormed out. She had called a few times, but whenever Mac answered the phone, she always hung up. It seemed that her standards were heavily conflicting with what she felt like she needed. His mother had died three months ago, and Mac found that while he had regrets, he didn't feel guilty. He felt sad, but he knew he would never feel guilty for not having a relationship with her.

"Okay, Mac, seriously? Now you're just hogging her."

"Alright, alright." Mac stood up and passed the baby over to Bloo.

"Wow." Bloo was marveling at how little she was, at how perfect she was. "Dude, you and I have some pretty friggin' awesome genetics."

Mac laughed. "I guess we do."

He drifted over to the window, and shut the curtains. But outside, the night still drove on.

The End