A/N: Yay, I finally finished it! And it only took like… almost three weeks. I need to pick up my pace… Anyway, I hope you'll like this final chapter.

2020

Her father opened the door mere seconds after Skye rang the bell (she had a key, he'd told her to use it freely, but it still felt simply wrong to just walk into his home), smiling widely and ushering her inside.

"Skye! It's so good to see you," he said, already helping her coat off. "You're not in a hurry, right? Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Hot chocolate?"

Skye just smiled to herself as she unwound her scarf; actually, she only came to pick up some medicine for their old dog, but it wasn't like she was in a hurry to be somewhere else. And seeing Cal being so excited to be around her–even now, good three years after they had mended their relationship–always made her giddy. "Hot chocolate sounds great."

Cal snapped his fingers. "One hot chocolate coming right up!" He hanged her coat up, then put his hand on her waist for a moment, nudging her forward. "You just sit down, I'll join you in a moment."

Shaking her head slightly, Skye made her way through Cal's small, but neat apartment, walking into the modestly decorated living room–where she stopped right away, letting out a hearty chuckle.

"Dad!" she called to the kitchen as she sat down on the couch, gazing at the coffee table–or more like the pile of (mostly pink) boxes covering it. "What's this?"

"What?" he replied, sounding a bit confused at first.

"Did you rob a toy store?"

"Oh, that," he said as he joined her in the living room, a steaming mug of hot chocolate in his hand. "I just… Here you go," he handed her the mug. "I just finished shopping for the girls for Christmas, and was about to wrap them." He scratched the back of his head, standing by the coffee table somewhat awkwardly. "Did I go overboard?"

"No, not really," she shook her head, her eyes twinkling. "If what I'm seeing now is for the next five years or so."

Cal opened his mouth as if to say something in his defense, but then closed again, chuckled, and sat down in the armchair next to the couch. "Well," he said at last with a small, almost sad smile, "I feel like I have some spoiling to make up for."

Skye merely nodded at that, not wanting to delve into painful topics. Instead she took a sip from her hot chocolate, looking at the pile of gifts over the rim of the mug. Smirking into her drink, her free hand discretely slipped to her abdomen. Well, nothing's better than the now.

"I'm just a little worried about you, you know," she said, careful to speak in a light tone and to keep that smile–now a little nervous–on her face as she leaned back a little and looked at her father.

Cal shifted on his seat. "I'm fine, don't–"

"It's just if you bought so many gifts this year," she cut in, not letting him finish, "how are you gonna handle next year? This coffee table can hold only so much stuff."

Cal blinked in confusion. "Next year?"

"Yeah, you know," she paused for half a second, the corner of her mouth twitching, "when you have one more grandkid to spoil."

"What…" Cal started, then trailed off. Skye could practically see as the cogwheels turned in his head, putting all the new information together and coming to a conclusion. When it finally happened, he raised his hand to his mouth and blinked rapidly. "Really?" he asked in a voice considerably higher than his usual tone. "Are you… really?"

Skye bit into her lip so she wouldn't grin too wildly. Or start crying. Both were a possibility. "Really," she nodded. "Eight weeks now, so we're not totally out of the woods yet, but everything's looking great."

"Oh, sweetheart," he almost whispered, blinking again. "Come here!" He stood up, and she did too, letting her father wrap his arms around her; she could feel his shoulders tremble slightly as he silently sobbed in joy. "This is the most wonderful Christmas gift you could have gotten me."

She didn't have the voice to say it out loud–she was crying with him by then–, but she wanted to tell him that this, this what they had now, was exactly what he deserved.