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A/N: Very sorry for the long delay. I promise I'll try to be faster with the updates. This chapter's really short, but I wanted to get something up. Next chapter will be longer. To make up for the long wait and the short chapter, I do have a trivia question at the end! Enjoy!

Two days had passed since Lizzy's sleepover with her cousins. Lucy and Jude--ever the cute, affectionate couple--were sitting on the old, worn out couch in their living room cuddling when their daughter entered. She was holding a folder containing some important documents, as well as a few other things that needed to be discussed. Maggie and Charlie Harrison had entrusted her with this folder, telling her the documents inside were to be signed by her parents. It was the final stage in settling the adoption issue. The papers would officially give Lucy and Jude custody of Lizzy once again.

Lucy and Jude parted so that Lizzy could settle in between them. Jude stared at the folder inquisitively, raising an eyebrow. "Whatcha got there, love?" he asked.

"Papers for you and Mom to sign," she stated, opening it up. "About the adoption and whatnot. And getting my last name changed."

Lizzy noticed the faint smile on both of her parents' faces. She knew that the two of them were equally happy about the fact that Lizzy was going to share their last name once again.

Lucy draped an arm around her daughter's shoulders. "That means you'll graduate from high school as Elizabeth Julia Feeny."

"Speaking of which," Lizzy said when she remembered what else was in the folder, "I have graduation tickets. The courtyard in the back of the school isn't that big, so they're limiting the number of people each student can have there. The maximum is eight, which means we can't bring everybody."

And by everybody, she meant her entire immediate family, which was quite a few people. Including her cousins, there were twelve of them. Plus the Harrisons, which made fourteen. The Harrisons offered to pay for everyone's plane tickets both ways, and they had enough room in the house to accommodate everyone as well. All Lizzy and her parents had to do was decide who was going to come to the ceremony.

"I'm sure they'll understand the circumstances." Lucy assured her.

"I know," she agreed. "But how are we going to decide?"

"Well, there's me and your mum, obviously. And the Harrisons. That takes up four…" Jude said.

"And Max and Valerie; I'm sure they can get someone to watch the kids. They are your biological aunt and uncle, so…"

"Yeah, that makes sense. Then we still have two seats left."

"I couldn't possibly ask me mum to fly in all the way from Liverpool." Jude declared. Lizzy nodded, understanding.

"I don't want to have to choose between everyone else, either." The eighteen-year-old affirmed.

Lucy bit her lip, not sure whether to voice the suggestion that had been forming in her head since they started naming members of their family. She didn't want to recommend it, but she figured they had as much a right to be there as anyone else. They were family, after all. Even if they hadn't seen Lizzy in years, and the last time she and Max visited was three years ago. They hadn't left on a very great note, either. She thought now was a good a time as any for a reunion.

Lucy sighed. "We could always ask my parents." She shared a look with Jude, who had a completely objective expression on his face at the mention of Mr. and Mrs. Carrigan. They were nice people, really. However, they weren't exactly crazy about the lives that their two children had built in New York, and the friends they'd associated themselves with. They had been reluctant to come to New York before Lizzy left, and hadn't actually stated their true opinions on certain matters related to the situation until their visit three years ago. A visit that had involved a lot of yelling and arguing and Lucy, Jude, Max, and Valerie storming out the front door, Max Jr. and Michelle in tow.

"Luce, I'm not so sure if that's such a great idea."

"Maybe it'll be better this time," Lucy replied. "I mean, they'll be happy to know that Lizzy is going to college."

"Possibly. I just don't want to drag her there, and have her get hurt."

Mr. and Mrs. Carrigan's words ran through Jude's head as clearly as they had been that day three years ago. They had made some rude comments about how they had disapproved of Lucy and Jude marrying and having a child so young. They also chose to comment on Lucy and Jude's decision to give Lizzy up for adoption, saying something along the lines of 'That child ruined your chances of building a successful future'--basically calling them irresponsible and deeming Lizzy as a 'mistake' that never should've been made. Jude didn't want Lizzy to be subjected to that.

Lizzy, of course, was confused by her parents' conversation. "Hurt how?" she inquired.

Jude ruffled Lizzy's hair, offering her a lopsided grin. "Never mind that, Lizzy," he said to her. "It's just that me and your mum don't get along with your grandparents all that well."

"It's up to you, though, honey. If you want to ask, we can ask them to come."

Lizzy shrugged. "I'd like to meet them."

Jude threw Lucy a nervous look, but didn't say anything. She stood, placing the folder that she had been looking through on the table. "I'm calling Max," she explained. "Maybe if Max, Valerie and the kids go, it'll make things more bearable."

"Strength in numbers." Jude laughed. Lucy nodded, and walked over to the phone, where she dialed Max and Valerie's number.

"Hello?" Max's voice asked from the other end.

"Hey, Max."

"Oh, hey, Luce. What's up?"

"I have a question for you, but I don't think you're going to like it."

"Try me."

"I wanted to know if you and Val wanted to take the kids and come with us to visit Mom and Dad."

There was a long pause, which Lucy had kind of expected.

"Why?"

"Lizzy wants to ask them to her graduation."

"Again, I ask you: why?"

"Max, they're her grandparents. She wants to meet them."

"Last time I checked, they weren't so interested in being her grandparents, Lucy."

"I know," she sighed. "But maybe we can make things right this time."

Max exhale noisily, not liking the idea very much. "After three years, do you really think they've accepted that their kids aren't the Ivy League scholars they'd wanted them to be?"

"Probably not," Lucy answered. "Lizzy is going to college, though. They might approve of that. And they might like the fact that we're supporting her again."

Max thought it over. Not only had his parents openly disapproved of Lucy and Jude's situation, but they had also commented on his and Val's life, in front of his kids, no less. As much as he didn't want to bring Val, Michelle and Max back there, he didn't want his sister, his best friend and his niece to be fed to the sharks--so to speak--alone.

"Maybe," he agreed, although bitterly. "But if they so much as try to start anything, we're outta there. Got it?"

"Yeah," Lucy replied. "Thanks, Max."

"Mmm-hmm. So, what's the plan? When do you wanna leave?"

"As soon as possible--to, you know, get it over with. Besides, Lizzy doesn't have that much time left on break."

"Tomorrow afternoon?"

"It's a good a time as any," she said. "See you then."

Lucy hung up the phone and shuffled into the living room. Jude was trying to pry the details of Lizzy's painting out of her, and she wasn't budging. She was repeatedly telling him that he had to wait to see it when they came for Prom. Lucy and Jude planned to head up to Florida earlier than the rest of the family in order to see Lizzy and Paul go to their senior prom, which was about two weeks before graduation.

Lucy stood in front of them, hands on her hips. "Pack your bags," she said, in a sarcastically pleasant tone, "We're leaving tomorrow on what I'm sure is going to be a fun-filled family reunion."

A/N: I hope it wasn't too bad. Okay, here's the trivia question (I got it off a website, btw): What was the working title for the song "Yesterday"?