Author's notes: A big thanks to Jane Doe51, MartyMc, Rosepeony, Clover81, and LouiseKurylo for their reviews of the last chapter. This is the last one in the series and is a tag to the finale, how can it not?! I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to everyone who has read and supported this story through reviews, follows and favs. Always very much appreciated, more than I can express.

The next morning Lisbon wakes up to the smell of coffee and her new husband gone. She sits up and sleepily rubs at her eyes, she squints at the table and there is the source of the smell, she smiles and swings her legs over the edge of the bed and reaches for the cup. She takes a sip and closes her eyes as she savours the taste and the caffeine. It had been a long night. The guests had stayed later than they would have liked but they were having a great time, they had retreated to the airstream and left them to it. Come to think of it: where is he? As if she'd spoken the question out loud, a voice reaches her ears:

"Hey sleepyhead, come join me outside, it's beautiful."

She can't keep the smile from her face as she hears the joy in his voice and she's the one who put it there. She grabs a shirt, his shirt, and slips it on, picks up her cup and steps outside. He's sat on fold up chair just a few feet from the airstream looking out at the pond, he's thrown on a pair of pajama bottoms. He turns as he hears her descend, he plants a look of disappointment on his face.

"I should have put that shirt away."

"We may be miles from anywhere but I'm not stepping outside naked, too many bugs."

Adding emphasis to her words, Jane slaps at his chest. She steps back in the trailer and grabs a t shirt and makes her way towards him. He takes the shirt from her and kisses her warmly:

"Thank you, they are pesky."

He gestures towards a second chair:

"Or you can sit on my lap, you decide."

She looks at him and then at the chair."

"You have a lovely lap but the chair I don't trust to take the both of us."

"Suit yourself."

They both sit down and he takes her hand as they stare out across the pond.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm perfectly well."

"No sickness?"

"No, nothing."

He looks towards her and smiles:

"Great."

"It is, I just can't seem to stop crying at the littlest things."

"I've noticed."

"I think I'd prefer throwing up."

He looks at her.

"Trust me, you look more adorable teary eyed, than with spittle on your chin."

"That's good to know."

He strokes her hand with his thumb, she looks out at the pond as a flurry of birds skim the water. His voice echos her thoughts.

"Beautiful"

She turns to him to agree, to find him staring intensely at her and a shiver runs through her body, and she feels herself blush. A small smile graces his lips and he turns away and reaches down beside him. He picks up his tea and takes a sip. She makes a double take at the turquoise cup.

"When did you get that?"

"It seemed the right place for it to be, here with us."

" You're not going back to work then?"

He leans back with his eyes closed and sighs contentedly. He releases his hold of her hand as sweeps the air before him.

"This is going to be hard to give up."

Subconsciously almost echoing his words to Abbott.

"So you've decided then?"

He opens on eye a crack to look at her and sees her teary eyeed expression, he sits up and reaches for her hand once more.

"Hey, I haven't decided anything yet except to love you and…"

His gaze moves down to her stomach,

"….our baby and to build us all a house. After that I will know if I can walk away from the FBI or if I miss it too much. Though the baby may make that decision easier."

"I..I want to carry on working"

Her tone is hesitant and unsure. He cups her face in his hand and strokes her chin.

"I presumed you would."

He beams at her.

"Now, we have a lot to do before we leave on that plane."

"We got nothing to do, our bags are packed, what el.."

She finds herself unable to talk as his lips press against hers. When his lips eventually release for just a second she gasps:

"Great idea."

She moves a little as she feels his hand searching to get underneath her, he lifts her up and carries her up the steps, she's not sure how they're going to make it through the door locked in each other's embrace but she has faith he'll have a plan.