A/N: Final chapter.

The wedding took place two weeks after the engagement. They figured they just wanted to be together, so there wasn't a need for such a big fussy wedding. They had the wedding in their backyard in Maine under an arch of flowers with the ocean as their background. The only people there, other than Owen, Cristina and Logan, were Phyllis, Joyce, the priest and the photographer. They realized that they didn't need anybody other than the people who were closest to them.

Logan insisted that he be the flower child as well as the ring bearer. He dropped the flowers on the sand for Cristina and he also carried the rings on a pillow. Max was also there, dressed with a white bow tie. In fact, white was the theme of the day. Everyone wore white and was barefoot. Phyllis was not happy that she had to leave her Jimmy Choo sandals on the patio but she knew that it would not have made any sense. Her stiletto heels would have just sunk in the sand.

Phyllis, who never married and never had children, found herself wiping away the tears. In many ways, Owen was the son she never had. He was her discovery when he was a young author, showing up with his unsolicited manuscript to present to her. She loved his audacity and hoped he could back up with that boldness with talent. She was blown away when she read his work. It was she who nurtured him into becoming the bestselling author that he was today. Now that he was getting married, it was like if her own flesh-and-blood son was getting married and she could not help the tears.

She was not the only one crying as Joyce too, could not help the tears. She was so happy for her boss. In the 10 years that she knew him, she had grown to love his generosity and kindness. Yes, he was a loner but that had been borne out of his circumstances of losing his parents, when he was 16 years old. The car accident had made him even more withdrawn and bitter. But it was the arrival of the young woman into their lives that brought the much needed light and laughter into his house. She was happy that he had found someone to share his life and his home. Logan, of course, that little ray of sunshine, was an added bonus. She hoped that someday, Mr. Hunt would have his own children with his bride.

As Owen looked into Cristina's eyes and repeated the words of the priest, he could not contain how much joy he felt. He could not stop smiling as he heard his bride say the same words. He could not wait for the priest to pronounce them "husband and wife" so he could kiss his bride. Both Joyce and Phyllis stopped their happy tears enough to clap for the newlywed couple. Logan jumped around and Max let out a howl or two.

After the wedding, they had dinner, which was catered by Mrs. Gerrity and her crew. Owen insisted that Joyce was a guest and not the housekeeper, today. It wasn't a fancy meal that they would have had if they had gotten married in Manhattan. It was good, hearty New England fare, with lots of delicious seafood. Phyllis ignored her diet and ate, heartily. The food was too good to bypass, she thought. "Oh, what the heck," she thought. It wasn't everyday that her surrogate son would get married. After all, she did have a major part in getting him hitched to the young woman. She was the one, who sent the girl to Maine to assist him. If it hadn't been for her, they would have never met and there wouldn't be a marriage, now. Oh dear, she was starting to get misty-eyed again, as she watched Owen lean over and kiss Cristina. They were so much in love.

Owen and Cristina went to Europe on their month-long honeymoon. They took Logan with them. They couldn't leave him behind because it just didn't feel right to go without him, especially since he had suffered so much when Cristina had gone on her book tour.

They all had a wonderful time, enjoying the sites, the food and culture. It was on this trip that Logan decided that it was time to call Owen, "daddy." He explained that he knew he had a daddy but since he never met him, he thought it would be okay to call Owen daddy since they were all married, now. He didn't think that his real daddy would mind. Owen said he would be a very happy man if Logan called him daddy. They shook hands on it and then, Logan gave him a hug.

It was also on this trip that Cristina conceived because two months later, she took a home pregnancy test. She had suspected she was pregnant when she did not get her period. When she saw the positive sign on the stick, she did not whoop or holler about it. She needed to make sure, so she did it a second and a third time. Yup, she was pregnant. She stared at the calendar and estimated that she was about six weeks pregnant.

She needed to tell Owen but she wasn't just going to tell him. She placed the stick in a box, wrapped it with gift paper and then, put a tiny bow on it. She was going to use Logan to deliver the news. He was conveniently playing on the floor of their bedroom.

"Logan, honey," she said. "Can you please carry this to your daddy?" Logan got up from the floor and took the box from her hand. "Ooh," he said. "A gift for daddy. Is it his birthday?"

"No, it isn't daddy's birthday," Cristina said. "Just something from mommy to daddy." Logan left the room and went down to the study, where Owen was working on his next book. He looked up from his computer when he saw the door open and the small figure of his son coming in.

"Hey, Logan," he said. "Come to spend time with your daddy?" Logan shook his head. "Mommy told me to give this to you." He handed his father the box. "What?" Owen said. "Mommy sent me a gift. She must really love me. I wonder what is in it." He ripped off the paper and opened the box. "What is this?" he said, picking up the stick. When he saw the positive sign on the stick's window, he started to laugh. He kicked back his head and laughed, heartily.

"Oh my God, Logan," he said. "This is the most fantastic news in the world." Logan was puzzled. What was so great about some plastic stick? Owen picked up Logan and swung him around the room. Daddy was very excited, Logan thought.

"Let's go see your mom," Owen said. He threw Logan on to his back and gave him a ride up the stairs to their bedroom. Cristina was calmly waiting in the bed, reading a book. Owen flung open the door, deposited Logan on the bed and claimed Cristina's lips with a long smooch.

"I am so elated," Owen said. Logan still did not understand what was going on. He wished someone would explain it to him. He was getting exasperated. "What's going on?" he said. He wanted to get in on the excitement, too, if only someone would tell him.

"Mommy is going to have a baby, Logan," Owen said. "A baby?" Logan said, his eyes growing large and wide.

"Yes, a baby," Cristina said. Logan started jumping up and down the bed. "A brother," he said.

"Uh, son," Owen said. "We don't know if it is a boy as yet. It could be a girl. Girls are nice. Look, Mommy is a girl and she is very nice." Logan stopped jumping and went and sat next to his mother. "Mommy, you can make sure that it is a boy." Cristina rolled her eyes. They had enough time to let Logan get used to the idea that it could be a girl.

"So how far gone are you?" Owen asked. "I checked the calendar and I think that I am about six weeks," she said.

"Thank you," he said, as he rested his head against her stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair.

Seven and a half months later, baby boy Zane Phillip Hunt was born with his mother's dark hair and his father's blue eyes. He was given the middle name of Phillip in honor of Phyllis, who was named the baby's godmother. Phyllis was overwhelmed by the gesture and promptly showered her new godson with many extravagant gifts. Logan was particularly happy that he got a baby brother. He stroked the baby's dark hair and told him that he was going to be the best big brother ever.

Baby Zane was not the only addition to the family. A year later, Logan delivered another gift-wrapped box to Owen. This time, it was a baby girl they named Bella Joycelyn Hunt, who was given that middle name in honor of her godmother Joyce, who was more than a housekeeper but also part of the family. Joyce loved that baby girl like if she were her own. Logan didn't mind that he got a baby sister. After all, dad was right that girls were nice because Mommy was a girl and she was very nice. Bella was fair-skinned with strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes. She was so pretty, Logan thought. He would have to protect her against anybody who wanted to be mean to her.

Two years later

"Wait for me, Logan," four-year-old Zane called after his nine-year-old brother. They were on the beach and Logan was running in front with their dog, Max.

"Logan," Owen shouted at his oldest son. "Wait for Zane." Logan stopped and turned around. "Okay, dad. Come on, Zane. You run too slow." He allowed Zane to catch up with him and together, they continued running along the beach.

Owen and Cristina walked at a much slower pace. Owen had their two-year-old Bella in his arms. "Phyllis called me," Cristina said. "She tells me that it has been like five years and I need to do another book." Since her first book, Cristina had been pregnant twice and taking care of the kids had taken a toll on her. In the same time period, Owen had done two more books. Plus his books were now being made into a movie franchise so he was involved in writing screenplays.

Cristina's career as a writer had basically been stalled by becoming a full-time mother of three children. "Well, write a book," he said. Cristina threw her hands up in the air. "I have ideas, Owen but I have to take care of the kids."

"Tell you what. I will take care of the kids, while you write your book. You have been supporting me by taking care of our family. You have allowed me to write two books and also, the screenplays. Let it be my turn," he said. "I will take over the brunt of the child care and free you up so you can write."

"Thank you, Owen," she said and gave him a hug. Bella reached across and touched her mother's cheek. "I see Bella thinks it is a great idea," Owen said. "Daddy is going to take good care of her."

"Oh, the sale of Mom's house is done," she said. "The realtor told me, this morning. It was hard to give it up because I spent my childhood there but I know it was just sentimentality that had me clinging to the place. I am sure the family that will live there is going to enjoy it as much as I did. A chapter of my life has ended."

"Yes, but we have so many new chapters to write with our own family," Owen said. Cristina smiled up at the man that she loved. "Yes, lots and lots of lovely new chapters," she said. They continued, walking along the beach with their arms around each other.

THE END

A/N Thank you for taking this journey with me. I hope that you have enjoyed this story. Please leave your final thoughts.