Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. All of it belongs to The Beatles.

A/N: So sorry for the long wait! School got in the way; hope you can forgive me! As for the last trivia question, many of you got it right. The song is "Yer Blues"--one of my favorites, actually. Now, on to chapter 20! Enjoy!

"Tell everyone I said hi." Paul requested, standing across from Lizzy, holding her hand, rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of her palm. They were in the airport with Harrisons waiting for Lizzy's plane to New York to start boarding. It was a Saturday and the start of spring break, so it was extremely crowded and hectic around them. Lizzy had her carry-on--a backpack shoved to its capacity with everything from sketchbooks to makeup--slung over her shoulders, and it was weighing her down quite uncomfortably. She had packed a large amount of stuff into her other suitcases as well; it was all part of the slow process of moving her belongings from Florida to her parents' apartment in New York.

"I will." Lizzy answered, half-listening to the boarding announcements over the speaker system. She was extremely anxious to get on the plane--to get to New York.

"Make sure to call us once you get in so we know you got there okay." Mrs. Harrison said to Lizzy. The teenager nodded as her flight was finally called. She gave Maggie and Charlie each a hug before embracing her boyfriend tightly. When they broke their hug, Lizzy leaned in and their lips met in a kiss.

"See you in two weeks." she said, hesitantly pulling herself away from him. She readjusted her backpack and headed for the terminal. Once she settled into her seat on the plane, she stared out the window, her mind drifting into a daydream. She saw the faces of her family, heard their voices…it was all just one plane ride away.

It won't be long… Lizzy thought, smiling.

"Lizzy!"

The young girl could pick her mother's excited shout out of the loud din of conversation easily. The JFK airport was much more crowded than the one back in Florida, so she had a tougher time navigating through the masses of people. Especially with what she guessed to be a nearly thirty pound backpack and two suitcases full of everything but the kitchen sink. But she found them--Jude and Lucy were there, and the greeting was much better than how she had pictured it in her mind. When she reached them, she instantly dropped her luggage at her feet and ran to her mother's open and waiting arms.

Lucy swayed back and forth elatedly with her daughter in her arms, a huge grin on her face, her cerulean eyes sparkling with happy, unshed tears. "This is so much better than the phone." she admitted.

"I agree." Lizzy laughed. Jude joined the embrace, hugging both of his favorite girls, content to have the two of them together again, at least for a little while.

"Where is everyone?" the eighteen-year-old asked when they started walking toward the exit, Lizzy in between her parents. She had her backpack on her shoulders, and Jude had offered to tow the two suitcases to the taxi waiting for them outside.

"You'll see." Lucy promised, pulling Lizzy into a half-hug as they neared the taxi. Lizzy raised an eyebrow, curious. Her mother had that sort of look in her eyes that led the young girl to believe she and her dad were up to something.

Jude wouldn't let Lizzy help carry any of her luggage up to the apartment even when she offered profusely to help because she felt bad--the things weighed a ton, especially when hauling them up several flights of stairs. He said that it wasn't a problem, muttering something about how he'd done much more strenuous work while in the shipyards in Liverpool.

"You go first, love." Jude huffed when they reached the door of the apartment. Lizzy winced, still feeling guilty; she knew she shouldn't have packed so much shit. The guilt gradually dissolved, and was replaced with some confusion. She gestured to herself, not exactly sure if her father had been speaking to her or her mom.

Jude gave his daughter a reassuring nod, and Lizzy hesitantly turned the door handle. She pushed the door open--it creaked slightly--and discovered why her dad had been so persistent. The cheery, sunlit apartment was decked out to the max with every birthday decoration possible. Balloons floated up to the ceiling, colorful streamers covered almost every surface visible, and banners bearing the words, "Happy Birthday Lizzy!" or "Happy Eighteenth Birthday!" were strung up on the walls and in doorways. Lizzy clapped a hand to her mouth; she had completely forgotten that her family was planning to celebrate her birthday when she returned to New York.

"Whoa…" the teenager managed to say, stepping into the apartment, "You guys really went all out on this, didn't you?"

Jude shrugged, dropping her bag and suitcases onto the floor once he and Lucy walked inside. "It's your eighteenth. It's a big deal. Besides, me and your mum had to kind of make up for all the birthdays we missed…" Lucy wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulder, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face.

"Everyone will be here in a few minutes. Hope you're not too tired for a party."

Lizzy shook her head no, even though she was just a little bit tired from getting up exceptionally early for her flight. She wasn't going to give up the chance to celebrate her birthday with her family for once.

Jude came back into the living room; neither Lizzy nor Lucy had noticed that he had left to put Lizzy's luggage in her bedroom. "Lizzy, ya mind comin' with me for a moment? I'd like to show ya something before everyone gets here."

"Sure."

Silently, Lizzy followed her father into the back of the apartment, down the hall to the spare room that was his art studio. She had only been in there once to get paint, but the room looked a little different than she remembered. The walls were even more cluttered with sketches and drawings and random paint splatters. However, it looked more organized than it had before. The back of the room now had shelves that housed a variety of cans and tubes of paint, along with every other art supply imaginable. Jude's desk--which was covered with papers of all kinds; drawings in various stages of completion--was set up against the back wall, beside a couple of easels with some finished paintings.

Lizzy then noticed that there was another work space set up near the two windows. A large, wooden desk with a lamp placed on top of it and a chair nearby, as well as an extra, smaller table beside it. From the windows, there was a wonderful view of the buildings and store fronts; something Lizzy had missed terribly while she was away in Florida.

Jude approached the additional desk, putting a hand on its surface. "You like it?"

Lizzy was taken aback. "Yes."

"Good. Thought you might need some space once ya moved in."

The teenager gave her father a hug, grateful. "I love it! Thank you." Jude kissed her forehead, smiling.

"I'm glad," he replied. "Ya like the view?" Lizzy nodded enthusiastically. The skyline would be a great inspiration for some paintings.

"Lizzy! Jude! Family's here!" Lucy yelled from the other room. The teenager gave Jude an excited grin, and dashed out the door, heading for the living room. Everyone had arrived within minutes of each other, so she was met with a multitude of hugs, kisses and "happy birthday's". Lizzy was happy to be surrounded by her aunts, uncles, and cousins again. She had never been around to celebrate a birthday with them (well, not one that she remembered, anyway), so it was nice to eat cake and ice cream in their company, while trying to catch up with all that had happened in their few months apart.

"So, Lizzy, what's new? Anything exciting happen in Florida?" Prudence questioned as the large group sat in Lucy and Jude's living room. Lizzy had just opened numerous presents from everyone, and therefore she was sitting on the floor in the midst of a pile of vibrantly colored wrapping paper, bows, and ribbons.

"Hmm…well, I sent in my deposit for SVA, so I'll be there taking classes in the fall." she informed them. Lucy gave an approving nod, happy that her daughter would be going to a college fairly close to where they lived. She was also proud of her daughter for actually wanting to attend college in the first place, as it was something neither she nor Jude had the opportunity to experience. For Jude, it had been completely out of the question, whereas Lucy had the financial means to attend, but never did so because she had been pregnant with Lizzy at the time.

"Oh," Lizzy said, suddenly remembering a key event that had happened, "and my art teacher is putting one of my paintings on display at a student art show the weekend I get back to Florida."

"Really?" Jude asked, eyebrow raising in interest. "That's great, Lizzy. What's the painting look like?"

"I'm not telling," she teased. "but I will bring it to New York after graduation."

Sadie abruptly decided to change the direction of the conversation. She didn't want to think about her niece going back to Florida for another few more months before she moved to New York permanently. She wanted for them to make the most of the vacation while Lizzy was here. They had two weeks, and in her opinion, it wasn't nearly enough time.

"Lizzy, your mom and I were talking," she said, "and we thought it would be fun to have a girls day out--shopping in Manhattan. What'd you think?"

"Sounds like fun. I haven't really seen any of the sights in New York yet." This was her second time in the Big Apple, and she had only seen Times Square on the television during their little New Year's Eve party.

"You'll get to see them," Max reassured her. "I promised you a night on the town, remember?"

Lizzy couldn't help but give a nervous shudder. She wasn't so sure she wanted to know what her uncle's idea of a 'night on the town' would involve.

"Well, before anyone takes her out, Jude and I wanted to spend the day with her tomorrow." Lucy declared. Lizzy glanced up at her mother, a smile gracing her lips. She couldn't think of a better way to start off her vacation.

Lizzy awoke the next morning upon hearing a familiar, accented voice singing some sort of lullaby in a whisper. She only caught part of it, as she wasn't fully coherent yet.

"…Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby…"

She opened her eyes and saw Jude standing beside her bed, sunlight streaming through the window bringing out the red highlights in his normally dark brown hair. She smiled and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her azure eyes. Yawning, she asked him what time it was.

"Almost noon, I think." he answered.

"Oh…I'm sorry," she said, quickly ripping the covers off herself and getting up from the bed. "I know you and mom wanted to spend the day with me. I didn't know it was so late--"

Jude laughed. "Don't worry about it. 'S only twelve. Besides, your mum knew you'd be tired from your flight."

"Just give me twenty minutes to get ready, and then we can go." Lizzy began rifling through one of her suitcases in a hurry, attempting to find something to wear. She felt horrible about sleeping in; she didn't want to waste time she could've been spending with her parents. Her mother had told her yesterday that the two of them wanted to take her out to a special spot for a picnic. She was lucky that she hadn't completely slept through lunch.

"There's no need to rush." Jude said quietly before leaving Lizzy's room. He knew she wouldn't really listen; she would try to make up for lost time anyway.

And she did. She was good on her word--twenty minutes later she entered the living room dressed in jeans, a T-shirt and Jude's old hat. Lucy and Jude had been waiting on the couch for her; Lucy had a canvas bag filled with their lunches sitting on the floor by her feet. Once Lizzy slipped into her sneakers, the two of them stood and followed her to the door. Lizzy had no idea where her parents had planned on taking her; Lucy had only said that it was a place that was very special to both of them.

It was a perfect day to be outside, though. There were just a few clouds in the sky, the sun beamed warmly, and there was a light breeze. The air smelled of spring, which was one of Lizzy's favorite scents. It was fresh; a sign of new life, new beginnings. She spent the entirety of the ride to wherever they were going with her head out of the taxi window, the wind blowing through her hair, watching as the other cars and buildings flew past them.

As they neared their destination, it became apparent that they were headed for a place that was by water. Lizzy recognized the somewhat fishy smell that assailed her nostrils almost immediately, having gone to the beach practically every day in her fifteen years living in Florida. The taxi driver dropped the three of them off on a road a short distance from where they were going, and they walked the rest of the way. Lucy and Jude led their daughter down to the docks--more specifically, a secluded little spot by an abandoned building. As her mother spread out a fleece blanket that she had brought with her on the ground, Lizzy looked out on the water to see that the surface was calm, and glistening in the sun. Seagulls flew overhead, and a sense of peace surrounded them. It wasn't the beach, but Lizzy knew that she would now have an alternative way to be near the water once she moved to New York.

"What'd ya think?" Jude asked, squinting slightly because of the sunlight.

"It's nice here," Lizzy grinned. "You said it was important to you and Mom?" Lucy set the canvas bag on the blanket and stood next to Jude, wrapping an arm around his waist, resting her head on his chest.

"Mm-hmm," she confirmed. "This is where your father and I finally realized that we were in love with each other." Lizzy couldn't help but smile. Her parents were too cute.

Jude took Lucy's hand and the two of them walked over to the brick building that towered behind them. Lizzy followed, curiously looking up at it as she watched her mother trace her free hand over a large patch of concrete on the wall of the building. She had a pleasant, nostalgic look on her face.

"I drew a picture of your mum on this wall," Jude told his daughter. "It's long gone now, but…"

"We almost got in trouble with a police officer once he saw Jude's artwork." Lucy giggled, leaning in to give Jude a kiss. It was official, in Lizzy's opinion: her parents were definitely the cutest couple ever. It didn't gross her out to see them kiss; she thought it was sweet that they were still so much in love with each other.

Jude broke from Lucy's embrace and came up behind Lizzy, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She was caught off guard; she had been staring at that wall, wondering what her parents were like when they were younger, swept up in the ideals of love and peace. She would've loved to remember the sixties, but unfortunately, she had been born toward the end of the decade and therefore did not remember anything.

"This is also the place where I told your father I was pregnant." Lucy informed her daughter. Lizzy glanced up at Jude, smirking.

"It's true," he said, smile matching Lizzy's. "I was surprised to find out that I was going to be a father. I was a little bit scared, but mostly excited. I wanted to call my mother as soon as I possibly could."

"How'd she take it?" Lizzy asked.

"Better than my parents did," Lucy admitted. "They weren't very…supportive. They liked Jude, of course, but they had only met him once. They never imagined that I would marry him, much less have his child."

"Did your mother ever come to the States to visit?" Lizzy asked her father.

"She came when you were born," he answered. "and before you left with the Harrisons." Lizzy felt somewhat sorry that she couldn't remember her grandmother. She would've liked to. "Some day, I'll have to take the two of you to Liverpool to see her."

This sparked Lizzy's interest. "Really? Can we? I'd love to go overseas." The prospect of going to England was exciting, possibly because she did have a connection to it.

Jude chuckled. "During the summer sometime. Maybe not this summer, but next summer. We'll go--I promise."

The three of them sat down to a picnic by the docks, enjoying their food while Lizzy asked to hear stories about her parents' experiences living in the sixties. They stayed for the rest of the day, absorbed in their conversations. Lucy told her all about her involvement with the anti-war protests and demonstrations, while Jude added some details when he and Lucy shared with her their various wild adventures. Lucy and Jude also told Lizzy about some significant moments in her childhood during the two years she lived with them.

Lizzy was intrigued by the stories, glad to have such a unique heritage. Being the child of an American ex-anti-war radical and a Liverpudlian artist was something Lizzy was proud of. She thought it was cool that her parents--and her entire family, for that matter--had been extremely involved in the sixties; an era of change. She knew that she wouldn't ever take her family for granted. They had so much to offer her; she had a lot to learn from them. And, she loved them all very dearly.

A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. Please review! Sadly, I don't have a trivia question this time…maybe I'll think of one for the next chapter. Speaking of which, next chapter Max takes Lizzy out for a "night on the town". It's going to be interesting…