"Rose, come on, we need to hit the road soon! Do you want to get there after dark?" I called down the hall.

I heard her groan, and I shook my head. She didn't want to move, and I didn't really blame her. We were going through the same thing, but in different ways.

I stepped out into the bare living room, taking a deep breath and looking around.

I had spent seven years in this guest house. I had spent my entire life on this property. I didn't know anything else, really.

Emmett came in, eyebrows raised. 'Are we not moving?'

'Not without your daughter, we're not, and she's not budging.'

He grinned slightly and I watched my husband go down the hallway.

Husband. He was my husband. It was strange to think I had this life because of a biology class.

We had lived in the main house for eight months after Rose had been born while we got everything sorted with the guest house. When summer had hit, Emmett had gotten a job, determined to pay for everything himself. We didn't move until he had gotten us furniture, which had given me time to paint everything. It had felt good to paint again, after nine months of not allowing myself to.

We had both managed to graduate high school. Our parents helped us a lot, doing a lot of babysitting for us. We had gotten part time jobs so we could buy our own things, not wanting to rely on Kathryn or anyone else for more help.

Emmett had gone to school to direct, and he had gotten good. Really good, really fast. People were already starting to recognize his name, only a couple years after graduating.

I had gone to school for art, and while I wasn't as successful as my husband, I still loved my job. I had ended up becoming an art teacher. I managed to sell a few paintings, too.

Emmett had proposed on Rose's third birthday. We had been married two months later. Sometimes being called Mrs. Bledsoe still felt weird, and still set butterflies off in my stomach.

Anyway, now that we both had established our careers, and we had saved enough money, it was time to move.

I glanced out the window and smiled, calling down the hallway. "They're here!"

I went outside, instantly wrapping my arms around Simone.

"It's gonna be so dull around here without you, Kennish."

Simone had changed. It had taken me awhile to realize it, but she had. We had gone to the same college, taught at the same school. She was easily one of my best friends, the past forgiven and forgotten.

"Yeah, I know." I pulled back, grinning. "Where's my guy?"

"BayBay!" a small voice shrieked. I knelt down, scooping up the small boy. He was three, and looked just like his father.

"Where's my brother?"

"He's running late. He swears he's going to make it, though."

Toby had come to pick me up from school one day, so we could have a lunch date, and had seen me with Simone. Old sparks had reignited. Now little Ryan was my nephew. Now they were together again, but they weren't married. They had discussed it, and after Toby's disaster with Nikki, they had agreed that marriage wasn't something they wanted.

Toby, to the shock of everyone, had become a businessman. He had taken over the car wash business, and it was doing better than ever. Stranger still, he enjoyed it. He still played some music on the side, to relax, and he was still good, but that's just not the direction his life had gone.

I set down Ryan when I saw the next car pulling up.

I jogged to the car, pulling the door open, hugging Daphne as soon as she was standing. I quickly pulled back. "I didn't know you were coming!"

"I didn't have as much homework as I thought I would."

Daphne didn't come around as much, anymore. Not that she didn't want to. No, she was studying to be a big shot doctor. She had already finished pre-med, and was among the top of her class in medical school.

"Where's Rose?"

"She doesn't want to move. She's still inside, talking to Emmett."

"So she'll be out soon?"

"Yeah. Emmett will work his magic, and we'll be on our way."

"Where's Luke?"

"With the parents."

I smiled and went toward the main house, going inside, and quickly finding everyone.

Mom was holding my one year old son, Luke. While Rose looked mostly like Emmett, with the exception of my dark hair, Luke was all me. He had the dark hair, brown eyes, and even had a slightly darker complexion than his sister. Unlike his sister, and like his father, Luke was deaf.

"Hey, guess who made it," I said, taking a seat.

Regina looked up first and smiled widely. "Daphne!"

It was chaos, and I slowly looked around the room.

Regina and Angelo were still together, happier than they had ever been, according to my birth mother. Mom sat with her husband of two years, Officer Curtis Daniels. Melody and Cameron had managed to become friends again.

I looked up at a framed picture on the mantle. It was the only picture displayed of our family before everything happened. John smiled behind everyone, pride in his eyes.

John had passed away before Rose had even turned one. He had been arrested, though his sentence hadn't been long. He had ended up having a heart attack, though, in the middle of the night. No one saw him until the first guard patrol a few hours later.

I turned my attention back to my family. I was going to miss them. But it was time for my own family, just the four of us, to start our own lives a few hours away. To a little town named Alderdeen. A town that we visited about twice a year, just as in love with it as the first time I had accidentally stumbled upon it. Debbie and I were fast friends, and her son Darren was only a couple months younger than Rose. She hadn't tried to befriend him, insisting that he 'smelled', but I was sure it wouldn't be long once we moved.

I had made it for Carl's funeral, getting word from Margie about it. He had left me something. A key to room four at his hotel, with a note. I always knew you two would work it out, even when it got rocky there that one time. I want you to keep this, as a memento.

I had checked with Margie to make sure that it wasn't the only key, to make sure it really was just something to make me think of Carl, and think of being pregnant in that hotel room.

A couple hours later, Emmett had managed to pry Rose from her room, promising her a real dance once we got to our new house. Every time he did, I remembered how in Alderdeen, he had told me how he wanted to dance with his daughter. Dancing just happened to be her favorite thing.

After a final round of goodbyes, which Toby had managed to make it to, we got into the car and drove off. The moving truck had already left hours ago, probably already there and unloaded.

I watched the house disappear out the window, and next it was Kansas City.

It felt bittersweet. I was leaving behind my entire life, yet at the same time I had my entire life ahead of me. A better life, possibly, with my family. With my husband, and my children. The switch, the teenage pregnancy, it was in the past.

Everything that had happened felt like it was a life time away. I felt like it was a fairy tale story.

Once upon a time, a 15 year old girl tested her blood...

The End

There it is, guys. After 3 years of sporadic updates, of me forgetting about this for months (or over a year) at a time, this story is completed. Thank you to everyone who stuck around from day one, and to those of you who looked at this three days ago and said, "Eh, might as well." You guys are pretty much the only reason this ever got finished at all.

I keep thinking about doing one shots here and there. Maybe something I skipped over in this story, maybe something in that 7 year gap, maybe something in the future. I also think about going back to chapter one and touching up the beginning, shorter chapters. I'm not promising anything, it all depends on if I have time/the desire/the memory/whatever else I need. But it is something I keep toying around with.

Anyway... we're done, guys.