Helloooo readers! So, guess what? This is the last chapter of the story! Well, kind of. There's an epilogue :P And it's coming after this! But first, we have to see what's going on between Misty and her parents!

Oh, so I have to throw out a special mention to KHLegacy, because a few chapters back, they COMPLETELY called where I was going with the "Ash denies Elizabeth looking like him" thing. You'll find out later in the chapter ;)

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Ash flicked his eyes between his wife and his in laws. He wasn't sure who was going to act first, but all he knew was that Misty's reaction was not going to be a pleasant one.

"Misty," Lynne repeated her voice nearly breathless.

"What are you doing here?" Misty answered in a low, furious tone.

Lynne and Michael looked at one another before turning their attention back onto Misty, who, if at all possible, looked even more aggravated than she had ten seconds ago.

"We heard about your emergency, dear…" Lynne started to explain.

"How the hell did you find out about that?" Misty huffed.

"Misty…" Michael warned quietly.

The red head glared harshly at her father, looking about ready to bite him in the neck. Almost instantly, Michael silenced himself completely and lost some color in his face.

"It doesn't matter how we found out," Lynne continued softly, not wanting to give her oldest daughter away. "The important thing is we rushed over here as soon as we found out."

"Not like you did anything," Misty rolled her eyes. "I had that baby without you guys even being in the waiting room!"

"Darling, we would have been here if we could," Lynne held a hand over her heart.

"No," Misty narrowed her eyes. "You shouldn't have gone on some stupid trip with Dad so close to my due date! You know that she could've been born at any minute!"

"But that wasn't certain," Lynne tried to reason with her daughter.

"I don't care if it wasn't certain!" Misty shot back. "It was a big possibility, and I'm your daughter. You shouldn't have done anything until after she was born!"

Clearing his throat, Michael raised his head and asked, "Misty, may your mother and I speak to you?" He frowned and turned his gaze onto Ash. "In private?"

Ash gasped before growling lowly and almost inaudibly. He couldn't understand why his father-in-law was so hell bent on tearing him down. Ash had never done anything to the man, and he loved the researcher's daughter more than anything in the world. So why was he treated so badly? Having had enough of being picked on, Ash opened his mouth to reply, but was quickly cut off by Misty.

"No," the red head seethed. Glancing at Ash, she grabbed hold of his hand and glared up at her father. "If you want to say something to me, you can say it in front of my husband."

"Misty, this is…not acceptable," Michael replied slowly.

"You're not acceptable," Misty narrowed her eyes. "I have nothing to be ashamed about, unlike you. If you really want to speak to me, you shouldn't be afraid to do it around Ash."

"Misty, I don't think it's a good idea for me to stick around for this," Ash whispered to Misty.

She turned her head and her eyes grew wide, suddenly looking panicked and even a little angry. "What the hell do you mean?"

"This is a matter between you and your parents," Ash explained. "I think maybe you three should work this out on your own."

"You're not mad at them for what they did to me?" Misty asked incredulously.

"I'm not happy about it," Ash sighed. "You know that. I would do anything to protect you, Misty. But…these are your parents. I really don't think they would go out of their way to hurt you on purpose. What they did was wrong, but it wasn't intentional. Tell them that; work it out with them."

"Ash, I don't want to!" Misty growled through clenched teeth.

"Misty, do it for Elizabeth," Ash lowered his voice so it was barely audible, but Misty still heard what he'd said. Her face softened slightly as she pulled back, her eyes shining in consideration. All of a sudden, the only thing she could think about was the dream she'd had about her grandmother. The people she loved, all telling her to do this for her little baby girl. That was the right thing to do, wasn't it? Even if Misty didn't want to…did it matter? Elizabeth's priorities were more important than her own. The same with the twins. Misty was a good mother; she knew her children came before her in every aspect. And that included having a relationship with their grandparents; her parents.

"I'll try," was Misty's simple, nearly static reaction.

"Thank you," Ash sighed, leaning forward to kiss Misty on the forehead. He stood up and gave a little nod to his in laws before walking down the hallway far enough where the three couldn't see him. Once he was sure he was safe, Ash settled himself against the wall and waited. He knew eavesdropping was wrong, but really he was doing this as a safety precaution. He couldn't risk Misty attempting to tear her parents' faces off.

"Misty, darling…" Michael began as he moved over to the front of the couch.

"Don't call me that," Misty narrowed her eyes.

"Misty, please," Lynne implored as she followed her husband's actions. "We are so, so sorry! You have no idea how much we regret going away. It was something we shouldn't have done, truly."

"You realized that a little too late," Misty bit. "The damage is already done."

"Yes, I know, love," Lynne sat down next to Misty. "But that doesn't mean we can't try and fix it."

"It does if I have no desire to fix it," Misty shook her head.

"Don't say that, Misty!" Lynne frowned. "Please, let's just be positive-"

"Hard to do around you two," Misty growled.

"Misty, we want to be here for you," Michael explained. "But we can't do that if you keep pushing us away."

Misty didn't say anything in response, simply looking away to display her annoyance.

"You're going to need help," Lynne agreed softly. "I was just like you, dear; having 3 children by the time I was 27 years old. I don't know if I'd have been able to handle it without my mother there to help."

"Your situation and mine are not the same," Misty's eyebrow twitched. "When you were 27, you had a 2 year old, a 1 year old, and a newborn. I have two 5, almost 6, year olds, and a newborn. I don't need help the way you did. I didn't have all of my babies at once."

"It still isn't easy, love," Lynne shook her head. "The baby needs lots of love and attention, but so do the twins. They'll all be fighting for your attention."

"Why are you making this sound so horrible?" Misty smacked her hands against the couch. "This is supposed to be a happy day, and you're ruining it in more way than one!"

"Misty, stop talking to your mother like that," Michael warned his youngest daughter in a stern tone.

"I'm not your little girl anymore," Misty retorted. "Stop it with the warnings and empty threats. I'm a grown woman, and I don't have to listen to anything you say."

Michael's face began to turn a bright shade of red, but he kept his mouth shut while Misty continued to glare at him.

"Misty, we want to be close with your daughter," Lynne tried. "You know how much we love Aiden and Michelle, and we'll love the new little girl just the same." Stopping to think for a moment, Lynne inquired, "Does she have a name?"

"Yes, she does," Misty answered simply.

"Will you…tell us what it is?" Lynne's voice displayed the uncertainty she was feeling.

"I don't see why I should," Misty shrugged. "I haven't decided yet if you should know her or not. I don't want my baby to have to suffer from the same kind of pain you've given me throughout my entire life."

"Misty, please, you know how sorry we are," Lynne frowned.

"I don't know if I do!" Misty threw her hands down. "You keep on doing it, time after time, and you never seem to realize what it does to me! I'm your youngest daughter, and I know I was the mistake, but this just makes me feel like you guys truly resent ever having me!"

"We would never resent that, not ever!" Lynne held onto Misty's cheeks, and the gym leader didn't bother to tear herself away. "Misty, just because someone isn't planned doesn't mean that they're unwanted."

"But that's always how you make me feel," Misty whispered, her eyes inadvertently filling up with tears.

"Oh, baby," Lynne cooed as she wiped the fallen tears away. "I am so, so sorry. But why did you never tell us this? You always acted like everything was okay up until now."

"Because…you know that I'm so guarded with my emotions," Misty sighed as she slumped her shoulders forward. "It's always been that way. I've never liked people to know how I'm feeling, because I always thought it made me seem weak. And being strong and brave was something that I really prided myself on. But…then I had Aiden and Michelle, and now…" she trailed off, and looked back up at her mother, "Elizabeth."

"Her name is Elizabeth?" Lynne whispered.

"Yes," Misty nodded, "Elizabeth. Anyway, I became a mother, and I realized that…I can't hide my emotions. It isn't right, it makes me too distant. And being distant does not make a good mother. So, I had to learn to open myself up more. And now I'm not as uncomfortable doing it."

"I understand," Lynne breathed.

"And…I also had a dream before," Misty explained. "And Grandma was in it."

"My mother?" Lynne tilted her head. Misty nodded, lowering her eyes to her hands. "Do you remember it?"

"Yes, very clearly," Misty nodded once more."I remember every single word she said to me. She told me that I had to forgive you two, for the sake of little Elizabeth. And I knew she was right. The lives of my children are far more important than my own, and I have to make sure that all of their relationships and connections are intact."

"That does seem like something she would've said," Lynne smiled softly.

"Misty," Michael cleared his throat. Misty looked around her mother to see her father, while Lynne turned her head to look at her husband. "I feel badly that we've had to miss so much of your life, especially your childhood. I simply can't help it that my job interferes with such things."

"Michael!" Lynne hissed, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. She had just managed to fix things with her daughter; was her husband really going to butt in and ruin it all?

"Now Lynne, I'm not trying to rile the girl up," Michael reassured his wife. "I just want her to know that, sometimes, things happen that we can't control."

"Not for nothing, this is something you could control," Misty broke in, her eyebrow twitching. "You're hardly working anymore, Dad. You just jump at the chance to do something when they offer it to you because you hate sitting around."

"That's not true, Misty," Michael sighed. "You know that I take my job very seriously. I felt safe leaving you and your sisters with your Grandmother because I knew the 4 of you were good, well behaved girls, and that your Grandmother was a very responsible woman."

"Then why didn't you come back after Grandma died?" Misty whined.

"Because Daisy was old enough to be the gym leader and effectively watch over you, Violet, and Lily," Michael explained. "And, with Violet and Lily only being a year and 2 younger than Daisy, I thought it would be a good way to teach them all some responsibility. I could see them beginning to crack, you know, and acting too much like the stereotypical teenage girls. I knew that if I left you in their care, they'd have to grow up more quickly."

"But they never did," Misty shook her head, "which is why I ran away when I was 10."

"You didn't run away, darling," Michael waved his hand at his youngest daughter. "You simply left on your journey, something that your older sisters didn't take advantage of at that age."

"I wasn't going to leave on a journey, not ever," Misty ground her teeth together. "But I couldn't take living with them anymore! The girlishness, and the constant parties and boys, I couldn't deal with it! I wanted to be a kid, to be able to further my training, and I couldn't do that when I was raising my older sisters! So I ran away. It sure as hell wasn't meant to be the start of a journey…that's just how it ended up."

"Elizabeth is a different story," Michael admitted, raising his eyes back onto Misty. "We truly didn't know, Misty. And had you talked to your mother and me about it, we probably wouldn't have gone."

"I shouldn't have had to say anything to you," Misty's eyes grew wide in shock. "That's something you should've realized on your own, Dad! You're an adult!"

"I didn't think the baby would come so early," Michael calmly defended himself.

"Why not? It happened last time!"

"Every pregnancy is different, dear," Michael shook his head.

Misty just kept glaring at her father, while Lynne turned her head between the two. Clearing her throat, she held onto Michael's shoulder and announced, "That's enough you two. There's no reason to be fighting over such petty matters at the moment. The most important thing to realize here is that Michael and I were wrong, and that today is not about any of us, but rather little Elizabeth."

"You're right, Mom," Misty sighed, rolling her shoulders back.

"You look a little pale, dear," Lynne murmured as she examined Misty's face. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, it's just…this is the first time I've been out of bed since having Elizabeth. I'm not used to it. I'm pretty tired, I guess."

"Oh, you poor sweetheart," Lynne cooed, toying with her youngest daughter's hair. "I think it's about time you got back to your room. Ash is probably waiting for you, after all."

"Yeah," Misty nodded.

Lynne helped Misty up and brought her back down the hallway and into her room, where the three were surprised to see that Ash wasn't in the room.

"That's weird," Misty murmured as she slowly got back into bed. "I really would've thought that Ash would've waited in here for me. Maybe he went to visit everyone else in the waiting room?"

"That's possible," Lynne agreed. "Would you like your father and I to stay with you while you wait for him?"

"Uh…sure," Misty smiled sweetly at her mother. "If you want to."

The three sat around for a little while, mostly in silence with some idle chatter here and there. It didn't take long for Ash to reappear, however, and when he did, he was holding a pink bundle in his arms.

"Ash, where'd you go?" Misty tilted her head, although she couldn't help but to smile. It was impossible for her to be upset with her baby in the room.

"I went to go get Lizzie," Ash smiled down at the baby. "I visited her, in the nursery, but when she saw me, she started to cry. I guess she was kind of wondering why Daddy was just looking at her and not hugging her."

"Like Michelle used to do?" Misty giggled.

"Yeah, just like Michelle," Ash smirked.

Realization suddenly hitting her, Misty looked over towards her parents, who were simply staring at the little bundle in Ash's strong arms. They looked on in awe, their mouths opened ever so slightly as they gazed at the tiny thing.

"Mom, Dad, do you want to meet baby Lizzie?" Misty's smile grew even wider.

"Are you sure, dear?" Lynne looked up into Misty's emerald eyes.

"Of course I'm sure," Misty giggled. "She's your granddaughter! And she deserves to know you." Thinking a little more, Misty warned, "just be careful."

"Careful of what?" Lynne suddenly looked alarmed.

"Oh, it's nothing too serious," Misty shook her head. "It's just…Elizabeth seems to be incredibly shy around people. I don't know why, but she just screams and cries when people hold her. Well, everyone except for Drew."

"What do you mean everyone except Drew?" Ash raised an eyebrow as he looked back at Misty.

"I don't know," Misty shrugged. "Elizabeth was really happy when Drew held her! Don't ask me why…if I was a baby, Drew is the last person I'd want to be holding me."

"It's probably because he wears so much cologne that he ends up smelling like May," Ash rolled his eyes. "The guy probably transfixed my poor baby girl."

"That's a possibility," Misty nodded. "Now, give her to my Mom."

"Alright, I'm on it," Ash laughed.

Walking over to his mother in law, Ash gently handed the baby over to the older woman. Lynne skillfully accepted the child, holding her close as she gently rocked the little thing.

"Hello," Lynne murmured to the baby. "Let me see you, little girl. Let me see how beautiful you are…"

Elizabeth whimpered for a few short seconds before turning her head away from Ash in order to look up at her grandmother. Lynne examined the baby's face and gasped, before grinning sweetly. "Oh, look at how gorgeous my grandbaby is. Look at those big, green eyes! Just like her big sister, and her Mommy."

Elizabeth cooed and reached a little hand up towards her grandmother. Smiling, Lynne offered her fingers to the tiny baby. Squeaking, Elizabeth grabbed onto the older woman's index finger and squeezed it as tightly as she could.

"How cute," Lynne sighed. "She likes to get attached! I bet this makes you feel safe, hmm? Is that it, baby?"

Lynne watched as Elizabeth made some more throaty baby sounds, pursing her lips as she continued to tug at the older woman's finger.

"She likes you, Mom," Misty giggled. "How sweet!"

"I think baby Lizzie should go meet her Grandpa now," Lynne gently tickled the infant's nose. "What do you think, little girl? Do you want to meet him?"

Elizabeth simply blinked in response. Giggling, Lynne moved closer to Michael and smiled up at her husband. "Do you want to hold Elizabeth?"

"I would love to," Michael smiled very softly, holding his arms out.

Laughing airily, Lynne handed the little baby off to the older blonde man, who curiously bounced the infant up and down as he stared at her small figure. Once again, Elizabeth didn't fuss, but rather looked up at the older man in bewilderment.

"She is a cute one," Michael nodded.

"Isn't she a little darling?" Lynne smiled. "Very beautiful, if I do say so myself."

"Yes, quite beautiful," Michael agreed. "She reminds me quite a bit of Misty when she was a baby."

"See, Mist!" Ash cheered. "I told you that Elizabeth looked more like you!"

"Actually, Michael, dear, I think that baby Elizabeth doesn't look much like Misty at all," Lynne twisted her mouth. "The coloring, of course, except for the darker hair. I think I see a lot of Ash in her face."

"See?" Misty turned towards Ash and stuck her tongue out playfully.

"You really think so?" Michael inspected the baby more carefully.

"Oh, yes," Lynne nodded emphatically. "Look at that little nose! It looks just like Ash's. The mouth too. I bet when she smiles it will look just like her father's smile."

"I suppose you're right…" Michael looked studiously between Ash and Elizabeth. "Yes, I could definitely see that!"

"Oh, my poor baby," Ash sighed, burying his face in his hands. Misty, meanwhile, furrowed her brow, not quite understanding why Ash thought that their daughter looking like him was such a bad thing.

Just then, Elizabeth began to fuss and look towards Misty, her eyes wide and glittering in a familiar need. Staring into the baby's eyes for a few seconds, Misty finally realized what the infant wanted, and smiled lovingly at the tiny thing.

"Dad, if you don't mind, could I have Elizabeth?" Misty asked. "She's hungry, I can tell."

"Oh?" Michael looked back down at the baby, who was still whining and keeping her eyes locked on her mother. "Ah, of course you may. If she needs to be fed, she needs to be fed!"

Walking over to the bed, Michael gave his granddaughter back to her mother, Misty smiling down at the adorable baby the whole time. Once Elizabeth was fully back in Misty's grasp, the child squealed in delight and reached up towards her mother.

"Hello my beautiful baby," Misty greeted sweetly. "Do you need some milk? That's what you need, hmm?"

Elizabeth kept babbling and occasionally whimpering, indicating that she was in fact desperate for some sustenance.

"Come along, Michael," Lynne beckoned to her husband. "Let's leave Misty alone to tend to her daughter."

"Very well," Michael nodded, following after his wife.

"Ash, will you be staying here with Misty?" Lynne looked back at the Pokémon master.

"Uh, yeah," Ash smiled and nodded his head. "I'll keep her company. She doesn't mind feeding the baby in front of me."

Once Lynne and Michael left, Misty sighed and turned her attention back onto Ash, eyeing him suspiciously as he raised a curious eyebrow.

"What?"

"Why do you insist that Elizabeth doesn't look like you?" Misty questioned.

"Does it matter?"

"Well, I'm curious."

"Right, but does it matter?"

"To me it does."

Ash scoffed and looked away.

"Oh, stop being such a big baby," Misty rolled her eyes. "Tell me what's up with you."

Sighing, Ash sat down on the side of Misty's bed, looking down at his hands in a bashful, hard thinking manner. After several moments, he blew out a puff of air and raised his eyes back to Misty, who was staring at him in an incredulous manner.

"Do you remember, a long time ago, when we first went to Celadon City?" Ash began. "And I insulted the perfume…"

"And managed to piss off Erika?" Misty finished with a smirk after Ash trailed off.

"Yeah, that," Ash sulked. "And, I didn't know she was the gym leader at the time, so…to get into the gym…I kind of had to…well…"

"Dress like a girl?" Misty completed Ash's sentence once again.

"Right," Ash rolled his shoulders back. "Dress like a girl. I was a really, really ugly girl."

"Wait," Misty blinked, suddenly coming to realization, "that's the reason you refuse to believe that Elizabeth looks like you?"

"Well…yeah," Ash furrowed his brow. "Because Elizabeth is a very beautiful little girl, and when I as dressed like a girl…well, it wasn't pretty, Mist."

"I thought you made a pretty girl," Misty murmured playfully.

"Not funny," Ash sighed, although a smile was itching on his lips.

"Well, Ash, there's a reason why you didn't look cute as a girl, and Elizabeth does," Misty playfully dictated.

"Tell me," Ash crawled forward, looking Misty right in the eyes. "I want to know."

Giggling, Misty continued, "Oh Ash, it isn't that hard. You don't make a pretty girl because you're not a girl. You've got a boy face! A very, very boyish face, in fact. And Elizabeth…she is a girl! Just because she has your features doesn't make her an "ugly girl" like you were. Because, even though they're your features, they're more feminine. She's a girl, so they're not as sharp as yours. They're more gentle."

"Can you show me?" Ash asked quietly. "I don't really know what you mean by her features being more feminine."

"Come here," Misty beckoned sweetly. Ash moved even closer to Misty, settling down right next to her. The gym leader adjusted the baby so she was in between her two parents. Elizabeth whined softly, still wanting to be fed. "I know, sweetie, I know," Misty whispered, "you want to be fed. Don't worry, Mommy will take care of you in just a minute, I promise."

"I still don't see me," Ash murmured, looking over his daughter's face.

"Okay, look at her nose," Misty motioned towards the baby's nose. "It's exactly yours. But…hers is smaller, and not just because she's a baby," Misty glanced at Ash, knowing he would have some smart ass comment waiting for her. "I can already tell that her nose has more of a slope to it than yours. And it's not as defined, it's a lot more gentle. Her ears, though, those look exactly like yours. Though I think your tiny little ears would look absolutely adorable on either a boy," she tapped Ash on the nose causing him to chuckle, "or a girl." She nodded towards Elizabeth, who was still staring up at her parents with increased curiosity.

"You're right, Mist," Ash smirked. "You're always right."

"Of course I am," Misty puffed out her chest proudly.

"Of course you are," Ash murmured, leaning over to kiss Misty on the neck. She moaned happily and tilted her head back, enjoying all of the attention that Ash was giving her.

Unfortunately, the fawning was soon halted by an unpleasant scream from the newborn in Misty's arms, who had had enough of her parents just sitting around and not feeding her.

"Okay baby girl, okay," Misty tried to soothe the infant. "I'm sorry, really! Mommy will feed you right now, and Daddy won't interrupt anymore. I promise."

"It's always my fault," Ash playfully rolled his eyes.

"You got that right, Mr. Pokémon Master," Misty winked as she settled Elizabeth in the crook of her arm.

"Hey, when you're done feeding Elizabeth, can I give her something?" Ash looked over at Misty.

"Give her something?" Misty blinked as Elizabeth got settled. "What do you mean?"

Smirking, Ash reached out and began to rub Misty's back. "I mean her first present. I got her something special, and I want to give it to her."

"Really?" Misty breathed.

"Of course I did!" Ash chuckled. "She's my baby girl. Aiden and Michelle got presents from me too. But…Aiden was my baby boy. Not my baby girl."

Misty laughed. Ash was so sweet and adorable. At times, he was unbelievably dense and quite awkward, but Misty loved him more than anything else in the world. She knew that there was no man better for her to be married to, and to have fathered her children. She certainly wouldn't have been as happy with anyone else.

"You're pretty," Ash mumbled as he rested his head on Misty's shoulder, while still running his hand up and down her back.

"How very kind of you," Misty purred.

Rubbing his cheek against Misty's warm skin, Ash peered down at his baby girl and smiled lovingly at her. She turned one eye up to her father and stared right back at him. Ash watched as one of Elizabeth's tiny hands crawled up onto Misty's chest, her little fingers bending every now and then.

"Hey there pumpkin," Ash cooed to the baby. "I bet you're excited to get your present, huh? Have you been waiting for it?"

"I think she's just been waiting for food," Misty smirked at her husband. "She's a hungry little girl!"

As Elizabeth finished up, Ash jumped off the bed and walked over to the chair in the corner of the room, picking up the little pink gift bag he had left there before taking Misty out for her walk. Once Elizabeth was burped and nestled back into Misty's arms, Ash sat back down on the bed and placed the bag on his lap.

"I can't wait for Elizabeth to see her present," Ash grinned.

"Then you'd better give it to her quick," Misty smiled down at the baby in her arms. "Because I think Elizabeth is getting ready for her post meal nap."

Ash peered down and saw that Elizabeth was snuggling into Misty's body and beginning to close her eyes.

"Oh man," Ash murmured. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out the stuffed Teddiursa and held it in front of Elizabeth, beaming proudly at his offering. "Here you go, little girl! Happy birthday!"

Elizabeth's eyes opened up more and she rolled them over the poke doll. She stared into the stuffed toy's beady black eyes, transfixed by the simple object in her father's hands.

"I think she likes it," Misty whispered adoringly.

"Do you want him?" Ash asked, moving the stuffed Teddiursa closer to Elizabeth.

The dark red haired baby pursed her lips and moved her eyes up from the poke doll onto her father. She let out a tiny squeak and wiggled in Misty's arms, but otherwise remained with the same expression on her face.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," Ash shrugged before laughing and holding the stuffed toy right next to Elizabeth's little body.

"Do you like him?" Misty cooed to the baby, taking the stuffed bear Pokémon into her arms so she was holding it beside her little daughter.

Elizabeth breathed out softly and freed one of her tiny hands from the pink blanket she was wrapped in. Reaching out, she grabbed onto the stuffed Teddiursa's ear and began to pull at it. Cooing, she kept on tugging at the toy's little ear, covering her mouth with it and staring up at her mother.

"You're a very silly girl," Misty giggled. "Do you think you're hurting his ear, little sweetheart?"

Elizabeth yawned wide enough that her mouth became visible behind the toy Teddiursa's ear. Closing her eyes, Elizabeth snuggled her head back into Misty's body, while still holding onto Teddiursa's ear, and falling fast asleep.

"She loves this little thing," Misty beamed up at Ash. "You made the perfect choice!"

"Good to know," Ash chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. Shaking it off, he looked back down at Elizabeth and smiled gently. "She still needs a middle name, you know."

"I…think I have one that I like," Misty replied gently.

"Really?" Ash peered up at his wife. She smiled softly and nodded. "I want to hear it. Tell me!"

"Dylan," Misty recited sweetly.

"Dylan?" Ash repeated, not sounding entirely sure of the name.

"Yeah, I think it's adorable," Misty grinned. "It's cute for her, because it's a little boyish but not too masculine. Plus, it sounds a bit like Delia and Lynne combined. Don't you think?"

"Wait…" Ash breathed. "You want to include your Mom's name…?"

"And yours," Misty nodded. "I know we were thinking of making her first name sound similar to Delia, but Elizabeth was too perfect of a name for her to pass up. So, why don't we just combine our Moms' names for a middle name?"

"I like it," Ash's face suddenly lit up. "Elizabeth Dylan Ketchum. It sounds cute!"

"Doesn't it?" Misty agreed. "But, maybe…we could spell it differently…"

"What do you mean?" Ash tilted his head. "How else would we spell Dylan?"

"Well, if we're combining Delia and Lynne…and we want to make Dylan look a little girlier…" Misty mused. "What about…D-i-l-y-n-n-e?"

"Dilynne," Ash sounded it out.

"It's the same name," Misty shrugged. "Just spelt more feminine."

"I really like it that way!" Ash nodded. "Elizabeth Dilynne Ketchum. Perfect!"

"You hear that baby?" Misty whispered to the sleeping child in her arms. "That's your name. Elizabeth Dilynne Ketchum. You have a very beautiful name, darling."

"A beautiful girl should have a beautiful name," Ash smirked.

"You really love her, don't you?" Misty looked back up at Ash.

"Of course I do," Ash smiled. He leaned over and kissed Misty's cheek. "And I love you. And I love Aiden and Michelle. I love our whole family. We're perfect."

Misty looked down from Ash onto Elizabeth, giggling softly. Ash was right. Everything was wonderful now. All of the pain and torture she'd suffered from over the past few months...between Loki, and his cruel acts against her and her family, his attempts on Elizabeth's unborn life...none of it mattered anymore. He was gone, and had paid the ultimate price for his unruly actions. She could live happily now, with her husband and children, and not have to worry about a thing. It was all she had ever wanted.

"Yeah," Misty grinned, leaning her cheek against Ash's. "A perfect family."

And they all lived happily after ever ^^

So, like I said, last regular chapter of the story! The epilogue is coming shortly, I've already gotten it half written. There won't be any drama, just happy family fluff! So look forward to that :)

Again, thank you to all of my lovely readers and reviewers! You guys rock and keep me going. I'm going to make sure the epilogue is perfect just for you guys!