A/N: Here you go ! Here's part 2!

Just so you know Eden is a child version of Miss Papillon's Character Eden in her story, 'The teardrop forest' so check it out.

Also Tori, is for the real Tori out there! I love the character Tori and the real one out there too, so than you !

Epilogue part 2

Romeo POV

"Sorry daddy," she replied and I froze at her words. The little girl had blonde hair, nothing like Juliet's own but could have quite easily been a different shade of Paul's dark blonde. This was the little girl that should have been mine. They were a real family now, no going back. The little girl looked around two or three which meant she must have been born when Paul and Lee were still at college, which only meant one thing. They must be happy.

"Well then why did you do it?" Paul said checking her over to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Mommy said I could have ice cream if I was good, and I was good wasn't I Daddy?" she said sweetly. I felt dizzy at the thought that Juliet was nearby, and my legs felt like jelly as they scanned for the nearest exit.

"Yeah, well that's debatable," he said laughing to himself, and kissing her forehead.

"Thanks for keeping an eye on her," he said looking over to me. I saw the recognition pass in his eyes.

"Romeo right? Romeo Montague?" he said slowly.

"Umm...yes," I said trying to get a grip.

"So you're back in town," he said, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I've been travelling," I told him.

"Oh, so you're back for good now?" he asked.

"Well I actually head off to New York tonight to work down there," I said.

"Oh, ok that's great man. Listen—" he started but was interrupted when Eden squealed.

"Mommy's coming!" she said happily, looking over Pauls shoulder. I suddenly was strained between needing to see her and not wanting to. I still loved her and wanted to see her but didn't think I wanted it to be when she was with her family and when she was in her new life. I don't think I could take it, and it would make this all the more final as if it hadn't hit me already.

I looked around looking for a quick way out, but from Eden's excitement I could tell she was approaching too quickly.

"Momma," Eden said putting her arms out.

I saw white spots in my vision and closed them tightly preparing myself. I opened them slowly and saw Nala rush up and take Eden out of Pauls arms.

"Oh, baby! Where have you been?" she said clearly panicked.

"It's ok, you can relax, we have her now," Paul said.

Nala sighed in relief and looked up realising my presence.

"Romeo." She said speechless.

"Nala?" I said, just as stuck for words in my confusion.

She nodded.

"I guess I haven't seen you since that day," she said. There was no need for her to clarify. We both knew exactly what day she was referring to. The day she told me Juliet had gone to be with Paul.

"I never got a chance to tell you….well I'm sorry," she said looking ashamed.

"It's ok, I messed up on my own," I told her.

"I know but if it wasn't for me, that wouldn't have happened at all," she said.

I nodded knowing she was partly right, even though a small part of me thought I might have still slept with Rose if it wasn't for her, as my subconscious self-destructing my love life. Nala seemed to genuinely be sorry, and seemed to have grown up a lot since I last saw her. I think in a way all of us had in the last four year, and not just literally in our age.

"So you guys are married?" I asked them, checking to make sure I had my facts straight.

"One year and going," Nala said smiling and holding up her left hand to show me the ring. Paul grinned and put his arm around her.

"But I though….Didn't…hang on but ...if...What about Juliet?"

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Juliet POV

"Hey sweetie," Tori, my roommate called from the bathroom as she heard the door slam as I walked in.

"Hey Tor," I said putting my bag down and getting a bottle of water out of the fridge.

Tori appeared in the kitchen shaking out her brown curly hair and putting on her jacket.

"Heading out to work?" I asked her, watching her take off a load of bracelets and festival bands off her wrist. Her supervisor was always giving her warnings about how 'unprofessional' they were.

"And I'm running late as usual," she said rolling her eyes, and I laughed. Tori worked at the music centre giving Piano and Violin lessons to kids. The centre was literally one road away and I had no idea how she managed to be late every day.

"Got plans for tonight?" she asked.

"I'm babysitting Eden," I told her, smiling at the thought of my goddaughter.

"Ok, cool. So I made pasta for lunch, there's left overs in the fridge," she said.

"You're ace you know that?" I said thankfully, too tired to cook myself.

"Don't I just," she said. "Oh and this came for you today."

Tori picked up the pile of mail on the counter and took out a thin envelope and passed it to me.

"Love you!" she called out leaving.

The envelope was too thin to contain a letter but when I opened it all that fell out was a cheque written out to me.

Even though I was used to these appearing every month, I still felt just as content as the time I received my first pay check. It felt great to be out in the world out by myself, living on my own money ,not my parents.

Everything had changed so much for me in the last four years. After graduating high school and leaving for Yale with Paul, it look me less than a week for us both to realise we were just good friends and weren't going to be more than that. I came home and just told my parents me and Paul were still together, Yale just wasn't right for me. Since they were still on cloud nine from the engagement, they agreed to let me to go St. Martins, especially since they spoke to their favourite soon-to-be son in law and he convinced them it was a great idea. London was great, and so was St. Martins, don't get me wrong, but after a few weeks of being there I realised that When my Dad asked if if music school in London was what I really wanted, I realised then that it wasn't. I loved music I did, and it would be a great experience for me, but I now knew it wasn't so much that I wanted to go to St Martins but going to St Martins would be a way for me to control my own life. Ever since I had grown up my parents had decided everything for me, and they were planning to continue doing so when it came to going to Yale. Part of the appeal of going to St Martins was that I had found it all by myself.

Even once I realised this, I still stayed and completed my required three years, before heading home. By now my parents had realised that when I told them me and Paul were still together it was a little white lie. If no visits in three years back to the US to visit my 'fiancé' didn't tell them, when Paul came home with Nala and a baby in tow they got the message. They were mad at first but the last three years had tightly bound both families together in the business merger they wanted and the Prince's weren't going to pull out now so in the end they still got what they wanted.

As soon as I was back home I got a job at the Music centre, teaching kids much to my parent's distaste, which is where I met Tori. As soon as I made enough money to move out, I left my parent's house and started renting a two bedroom apartment with Tori who turned out to be looking for a roommate. It was small and nothing like the house I grew up in but it was more of a home to me than my actual house had ever been and most importantly it was mine. My parents weren't too happy with my new living conditions, and even offered to buy me a house that was up to our 'standards' but I was adamant I was staying here and they couldn't exactly do much considering I was twenty years old and an adult. Needless to say, considering my mother doesn't want to be seen in this area, visiting time is down to me going up to the house, but at least I don't need to worry about either of my parents unexpectedly turning up on my doorstep.

It was at the music centre that I saw an advertisement for a job, and applied just for the hell of it, not expecting to ever get the job considering my lack of experience, but fate decided to be on my side and I managed to bag what I realised was my dream job. It turns out the company loved my demo tapes and I soon found my calling composing the background music for up and coming movies. I had been working there for just under a year and I had already reached places that people who have been working towards for years haven't reached. I was finally was living life for myself. As great as it is though I still feel like there was a small part of me missing and I wasn't as content as I should have been.

After warming up the leftover pasta and having a quick shower, I drove over to Paul and Nala's. Paul and Nala had started dating, much to Nala's delight soon after me and Paul called it quits. I was really happy for them. Nala had gone out with a lot of guys but there was something about Paul that made the real Nala comes out. They made each other happy, and as unplanned at it was, when Nala realised she was pregnant about year later they were both thrilled. Granted the timing wasn't perfect since they were both in the middle of college, but they made it work. Although it meant they had to grow up pretty quickly, not getting much one on one time to themselves. Luckily I adored Eden and tried to spend time with my goddaughter as much as I could, so Nala and Paul's once a month date night also doubled up as Eden and Juliet's night of fun, even if I had to practically push them out the door.

"Sorry I'm late," I called into the house as I let myself in. Nala stepped out into the hall, wearing jeans.

"Why aren't you dressed?" I asked, walking into the kitchen to put the ice cream I brought with me into the freezer.

"Umm well we might not be going tonight," she said walking in after me.

"Why not? We go through this every time Nal, She'll be fine without you. You and Paul go have fun." I said before she could answer, Paul walked into the kitchen, also dressed in jeans and a polo shirt.

"You're not dressed either?" I said to him, as he walked over and gave me a one armed hug. "Seriously guys you need to get over this. She's four years old, she isn't a baby anymore. Believe it or not she actually likes it when I babysit," I said jokingly.

Neither of them said anything and I noticed them exchanging looks every few seconds.

"Ok is someone going to tell me what's going on?" I said, looking between the two of them.

"umm well you see…."Nala started, but stopped not knowing how to finish, looking at Paul to carry on.

"Well…." Paul said trying to take over.

"You two are nuts," I said rolling my eyes playfully and heading toward the living room. "Go get dressed. Where's Edie at?"

A walked into the living room and froze. No, I didn't freeze at the shock of what Eden was doing. I was used to seeing her colouring; it was actually one of her favourite things to do. I was in shock at who she was colouring with.

"Hi," he said standing up, noticing the second I walked into the room.

My mind was running at 100 miles per hour, trying to figure out how to react. Part of my mind was telling me to run out the room, but my feet were firmly stuck in place, and the other part of my mind was trying to string together some form of a coherent sentence.

"Hi," I breathed out, low enough that I'm sure I was the only one who heard. I was aware of Paul picking up Eden out the room, and mentioning something about going out for ice cream.

"Two ice creams in one day! Is it my birthday?" she asked, as they left.

The room was silent; I could hear the clock ticking in the background as we were left alone.

He looked different. Obviously I knew time had gone on, but the Romeo in my head was still the eighteen year old boy I knew when I had last seen him. My hand was itching to reach out and touch him to see if he was real, but I managed to get control of it in time, and clenched my fist by my side.

Our eyes were locked onto each other, and we stood still two metres apart in silence, neither of us able to tear away our gaze.

Xxx

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