***This is it, the final chapter! I already miss writing about Kjiersten and Dana. I don't think their stories are finished, though, so there might be a sequel eventually. I really don't know yet. BUT, thank you all so much for reading my story and reviewing. I hope you enjoyed reading it at least half as much as I enjoyed writing it!***

The tree immediately outside was just beginning to change to a bright orange as Kjiersten looked outside. A light breeze shook its leaves and the sun peaked out timidly from behind the last of the heavy clouds. A storm had passed through earlier, leaving the world damp but fresh and clean.

Dana was asleep behind her on the bed with Norman curled up next to her. Edgar, Sig, and Josh were out in the hall talking about exactly how intelligent it was for the eldest Harris to propose without consulting the Hansen men. Kjiersten smiled at the memory of their faces when she and Josh made the announcement. Dana had immediately pulled her into a hug, Norman offered a proud smile from just over his fiancé's shoulder that showed just how unsurprised he was, and her two uncles immediately swore. Probably the only reason Josh hadn't been killed on the spot was the contractions that had made all the men flip shit. Norman had actually been the calmest of the four, but even he had made some rookie mistakes. Kjiersten ended up taking over the show, right down to driving the car. But only after she made Sig and Edgar promise to go easy on Josh for being spontaneous instead of asking the three of them for permission. They'd agreed, mostly to get her to start the damn car already, but she knew Josh was fighting a war in hushed whispers out in the hallway.

"You might have saved his life," she murmured to the tiny bundle in her arms. The wrinkly purplish-red face scrunched up in response to her voice, which made her smile broaden. "Well, for a little bit, anyway. But at least if they hurt him here, he's already in the hospital. There's a chance they could save him." The face moved again and a pair of ice blue eyes looked up at her. "Well, hello, there," she laughed, gently bopping the baby's nose.

A tiny fist wrapped around her finger and held it in place. This child would be left handed, she'd bet any money on it. The grip was strong for something so small, and Kjiersten let the baby hold on as she looked back out the window. When the baby let go, she used her now-free hand to play with the thin wisps of blonde hair tousled much like their father's as he slept behind them.

"Look at these people," she whispered, turning around so they were looking at Dana and Norm as they slept. "Watch out for your mom. She's a force of nature. The woman nearly refused to come to the hospital because we had important family matters to discuss. She's crazy. Don't inherit that." Kjiersten looked down at the gaping yawn the infant let loose. "You know what?" she grinned. "Some of that might not be so bad. It'll counteract Dad's genes. He'll drive you insane, just so you know. I mean, you'll want to punch him in the face sometimes. I do. Quite frequently. But, then again, he always babied me. Oh, pardon the pun." The baby blinked. "Eh, you don't care," she shrugged. "He might coddle you, too, actually. You really should have hung on a couple more weeks; being premature was your first mistake. Sure hope you won't ever want to go crabbing; no way he'll let you. I had to bust my ass to get anywhere near that boat. Aw hell, don't tell them I swore in front of you." The baby blinked again, watching Kjiersten's face as she switched between talking to the bundle in her arms and talking more to herself. She sat in the chair next to the window and gently bounced the baby. The face wrinkled, and she stopped.

"Don't like that, huh? I'll stop." She looked at Norman and Dana and smiled faintly. "They'll be damn good parents to you. Don't tell them about that one either. Dad…he's great. I mean, you will want to kill him. But you'll love him. And your mom? She's…she's a great woman. I didn't like her at first, but, damn, she's winning me over. Persistent as fuck, doesn't give up on anything. You'll probably want to kill her at some point, too. But that's family, isn't it? You scream at each other one minute and laugh together the next. And, sweetheart, you were born into the best damn family around."

"Kjiersten." Norman's voice made her jump, which made the baby hiccup. He slowly opened his eyes, and she knew by the sly smile on his face that he'd been awake much longer than he'd let on. "You just swore 5 times in front of the baby. And you talked about murder."

"Well, I'm…" she frowned at the baby, then looked back at him with a desperate, pleading smile. "Life lessons, Daddy! She's gotta learn from someone."

"She's 7 hours old."

"I'm already behind!"

"You're ridiculous." Dana's voice made her jump again, and the baby's face wrinkled in a tell-tale pre-wail scrunch. Kjiersten immediately bit her lip, leapt to her feet, and scurried to her father.

"Take her." He raised his eyebrows and looked between his two children. "Dad. Take. The. Baby." He just stared at Kjiersten with that same amused smile on his face, and she started to say something that Dana knew instinctively needed to be cut off before the baby's first words were something she couldn't record.

"You two are both ridiculous," she shook her head and took the baby gently from Kjiersten just as the wailing began. "She's probably just tired, and for two people that never talk, you can't seem to shut up now."

"I don't need this abuse," Kjiersten shook her head as the door to the room creaked open and Josh slipped back in. Dana laughed before she and Norman got distracted by trying to calm the baby. Josh sat by the window with his head resting against the wall. She pulled over the chair by the bed that Norman had abandoned and sat next to him. "I made the baby cry."

"Wait, let me put on my shocked face."

"Shut up," she hit his arm, and they both laughed. "I don't need even more shit from you. How bad were my uncles?"

Josh shrugged. "I'm still alive. They were messing with me more than anything. I think. But they did threaten to burn my car if I hurt you."

"Yeah, that sounds like them," she agreed. "Where'd they go?"

"Food, I think." He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes as he let out a heavy sigh.

"How are you holding up?" she asked, gently running a hand across his forehead and up through his hair. He opened his eyes, sighed again, reached up, and took her hand.

"I'm okay, I guess. I just haven't been in a hospital…you know…since Dad."

"Yeah," she murmured softly, "I know. I thought of it before. You wanna get out of here?"

"You should stay," he shook his head.

"C'mon. Let's at least walk around a bit. Get you moving." He let her pull him to his feet and lead them out of the room. "I'll tell you what, that kid looks like an alien." Josh raised his eyebrows. "Seriously, she's the wrong color and her head is pointed and…that's not a human. I always knew something was off with Dana, but I had no idea she was part demon."

"All babies look like that. She'll be the right shape and color soon enough," Josh laughed, bumping his shoulder against hers playfully. They wandered casually into the gift shop and walked together through the few small aisles of items.

"She's got our eyes. Hansen eyes, I mean. And the blonde hair, at least for now. But she has Dana's nose. And Beelzebub's chin." Josh laughed. "I'm serious. I love her to pieces, but she might be the anti-christ. I think we should prepare ourselves, Josh."

"I'll put a priest on speed-dial," he rolled his eyes. She laughed again and picked up a stuffed elephant. It was yellow with green polka dots, fuzzy, and slightly flat and limp to be the kind of toy that would last years and be completely beaten up but be in the same exactly shape as the day it was purchased.

"I have one of these," she muttered. "I mean, mine's pink, and it sits. And the trunk's bent so it looks like she's spraying herself. But…a stuffed elephant. You know."

"You want to get it for Elena?" he asked, taking the elephant gently from her hands. She nodded quietly and let him lead her towards the cash register. "Then, we'll get it for her. Every Hansen girl should have a stuffed elephant."

"Uncle Eddie got me Bellie when Mom died."

"Well," he swallowed as he found the right words, "you've come full-circle, then. Now you can give Elena her elephant to celebrate your new family." He knew she liked his words even though she stayed totally silent. She watched him pay and let him lead her back towards the hospital room. "Josh?"

"Yeah?"

"If we ever have a daughter, I want to name her after my mom."

"And if we ever have a son, I want to name him after my dad."

"Okay," she nodded. "I like that. But, Josh?"

"Yeah?" He smirked as they paused outside Dana's room and patiently let her thought process continue.

"Let's not have kids anytime soon."

"There's too much going on right now."

"I don't like when they cry," she shook her head, and he laughed.

"I agree, no time soon. But when we do, babies tend to cry a lot, you know," he kissed her forehead.

"Yeeeah, that's gonna be a problem," she made a face. "You'll have to deal with that."

"No, I don't think so," he shook his head. "Parenthood doesn't work that way." He pushed open the door to the room before she could respond, and everyone turned to look at them as they entered. Sig and Edgar had come back while they were gone and immediately shoved foil-wrapped burgers at them. "Hey, Norman, if Dana told you that you had to deal with the baby every single time it cried, what would you do?"

"Um…" he licked his lips and frowned at his oldest daughter, knowing this question was somehow prompted by something stupid that she'd said. "Probably laugh."

"He would," Dana agreed, handing Elena to the nurse so they could wash her. "Then, I would, too, because no way in hell would I let him handle the baby alone."

"Would you all stop swearing in front of Elena?" Norm exclaimed. "She's going to pick up bad habits."

"Dad," Kjiersten laughed, "look at this family. She was born with bad habits."

"Yeah, she was," Dana agreed. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

She watched as Josh and Kjiersten sat down on the floor, backs against the wall, to eat their burgers. They sat almost on top of each other so it was hard to tell quite what limb belonged to whom; the right side of her body and the left side of his were almost perfectly meshed together. Sig began lecturing Norman on what it was like to have a baby because, as he said, it had been too damn long since Norm had one and clearly he needed the words of an "expert". Edgar stood a foot or two behind the eldest brother and did a near perfect imitation of Sig's hand motions and facial expressions as he bestowed his immense knowledge on the room. While Dana had to bite her lip to keep from laughing, Norman's eyes flicked between Sig and Edgar easily but his face never changed. Kjiersten had much the same reaction from her position to the side of her uncles, watching both with almost an eager look on her face until she finally broke into a grin, let out a single snort, and turned to whisper something to Josh. Yes, this was a strange family Dana found herself tangled up in now, with these loud, obnoxious men around her but a quiet, unassuming man next to her and the step-daughter that was a balance of the two. It was an odd family to know and interact with, and certainly not one to marry into without thinking about first; she could only imagine what this miraculous child of theirs was going to become. This Elena Hope Camden-Hansen. The one thing Dana knew for sure was that, with the Hansens guiding her along the way, Elena was going to grow up into one hell of a woman. And she really wouldn't have it any other way.