A/N: I actually meant to put this author's note at the end of Chapter 32, but I felt that with that ending, it just needed to end- no rambling author's note.

That being said- I'm at a crossroads here- in about 2 chapters (well, technically one…), there is going to be a HUGE, MONUMENTAL, BIZZARE plot twist that I've been working towards since…well, to be honest, since I started this little fiction. It's something I've wanted to do in a story for a long time.

I can't really start pulling in the reins and ending it now, but I feel, that as an author, I have a duty to tell, you, the reader- that this fiction will be ending in less than 20 chapters.

I hugged Megan.

It felt more than a hug- more like a protective layer.

She's been through hell and back, and she's not even 25 yet.

She's been kidnapped- at gunpoint of all things. Her parents got divorced. She's been arrested. She's been assaulted.

"Are you ok Megan?" I whispered into her ear, even though I didn't have to.

"I'm fine dad." she said, "I just don't have a car anymore."

"They'll get him." Jules said, "They'll bring him in and recover your car."

We were of course discussing how two days ago, the man I had to convince not to kill himself had assaulted Megan.

"We're going." I said, "Get your purse."

Both Jules and Megan stared at me.

"I was talking at Megan. Don't all just stand up and cheer at the same time."

"Dad- where do you want to go?"

"I'm going to take you to your insurance broker. You're going to file a claim, and they'll pay for what your car was worth."

"Dad- I only paid like $800."

"Well, I know that it's worth closer to $3000," I said, "Plus, I'll give you some money; and help you buy a new car."

Megan got up grudgingly, "My purse was in my car."

"We'll work on that too." I said, as I grabbed my keys off of the counter, and passed by Jules, "Take care, and keep thinking about cute babies."

Jules laughed, as we went out the door.

After Perra and Megan left, Jules had some time to herself, and found herself sitting on the couch.

She looked down at her belly and started to visualize herself in a few months, sporting a pregnant belly.

He's the perfect guy. She thought. I married the perfect guy. It only took me nearly 30 years, but I did it.

I'm married. I have a loving husband. Sure, he has an eighteen year old daughter, but the relationship me and Megan have is a mother-daughter relationship.

She's the daughter I never had.

And I'm damn proud of her too, like a mother would be. Humber College Police Foundations student, highest in her class, Class Sargent, member and Sargent of the Strategic Response Unit Rover Crew.

Ok- well, maybe Kris isn't perfect, but it's those little things that make him who he is.

No matter how I look, every morning, when we get out of bed, he tells me how beautiful I am. It gets annoying sometimes, but it's nice to know that he loves the way I look in my flannel PJs. He proposed to me after only dating for two months- that's how sure he was. That was even after his nearly two decades of his first marriage crumbled around him.

I wonder if he ever treated Haley the same way. I wonder if he told her how beautiful she was, seven times a day.

But then again, Haley didn't work with him, and one thing I know for sure- I don't resent him for being a successful police officer.

One thing, I wish he did was talk about his family more. I never met his mom, and now I won't get the chance to, because she passed away. And how did I find that out? Oh right, at work, when he was using that life experience in his negotiations with Sam.

But at the same time, I do understand why he doesn't talk about his parents. It bothers him, it really does. He's lived in Toronto for six years, and he has never been home or even talked to his parents in six years.

But that's one thing I still don't understand- even though he hasn't talked to his father since he left his small hometown, you think he would've picked up a phone, and called his dad, and asked him how he was doing, with the death of his wife.

Who knows? Well, I think I do know. Lauren Perrasmith. Kris' adopted sister. They've been really close since we arrested that pervert who was stalking Lauren.

I think maybe he's been talking to her about things. Maybe that's why, Ella, Kris' niece and god-daughter is staying with us this weekend. Maybe Lauren is going home, to see the man who had adopted her.

Like I said, who knows?

Or maybe it's because Kris wants a stronger relationship with his niece and god-daughter, and decided to help Lauren by giving her a weekend off.

And maybe it'll be my chance to see how good of a mother I really am.

Will I be a good mother? Do I know what a hungry cry sounds like? No- but Kris does.

Am I going to be dependent on Kris to help me through this? Probably. But at the same time, I'm sure I can cope with some things on my own. Yeah, I can-and I will.

The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Jules-" came Greg's voice, "Are both you and Perra home?"

"No, Kris went out with Megan. Going to file an insurance claim for her car, and get a new credit card, driver's license and everything."

"It's too bad, eh?" Greg asked.

"What do you mean- 'it's too bad'?" Jules questioned, "Sam has made his own decisions. He's the one who wanted to commit suicide, and we stopped him from doing that because that's our job. He's the one who assaulted my daughter, and he's going to answer for what he did."

"I'm not saying that Julianna, all I'm saying is that it's too bad about Megan- everything she's been through."

"Yeah, I know boss." Jules said, "What did you call for?"

"Well, we have a small security detail. I'll just text Perra to see if he can come in."

"Want me in as well?" Jules asked.

"No, it's nothing too big. Ed, Spike and Perra can handle it."

A/N: I little short one for ya. Why a shortie? You'll have to keep reading to find out. Keep your boots on A New Beginning fans, and a chair close by.