"Wait, you and Kathleen bought a house? When?" Ella asked. "Where have I been?"

Jess laughed. "We didn't tell anyone. You've been right here."

"Why didn't you tell anyone? As far as secrets go, house hunting is a pretty lame one."

"We started looking at the beginning of December. We weren't being secretive about it, we just… didn't see the point in telling everyone until we had something to tell. It's a lame secret, and it's also pretty lame news. We had no idea how long we'd be looking."

It was mid-February 2024. Jess and Kathleen found a cozy three-bedroom home and the deal had just closed. They were taking possession at the end of the month.

"So, where are you moving?"

"Where isn't important."

"What do you mean, it isn't important? 'Where?' is like, the most important thing. Why are you being so weird? If you're about to tell me that the two of you are moving to some random remote location –"

"Are you afraid I'm going to leave you, spitfire?" Jess teased. "Give me some credit. I'm barely leaving the immediate area, much less the state, or the… continent. I wouldn't do that to you."

Ella narrowed her eyes. "Thin ice." But she did giggle in spite of herself. "I'd forgive you for leaving the state if you were moving to Bend."

"We're not."

"Fine. Good. Okay. I give. What's the important question I should be asking about this move of yours?"

"We needed more space."

"I could've told you that."

"Well, yeah. But, like, we really need more space, so it's a good thing we found this place now."

"Okay… I'll play. Why do you really need more space, Jess?"

"Because apparently, I'm told it's a really good idea, if you have kids, to have, you know, bedrooms for them. Kathleen promised me that having a bedroom to put our kid in wouldn't count as spoiling them rotten; it is, in fact, a pretty bare minimum standard of decent parenting. Which explains my shock, because I never had good parenting. Turns out, wrapping them in a blanket and letting them sleep in a drawer – and then on the couch once they outgrow the drawer- isn't how it's supposed to be done. Jesus, I have a lot to learn! Do you think your dad can give me a crash course in how to Dad? I'm on a clock, here. I have about… seven months – give or take- to figure out the basics."

Ella's eyes welled up and she reached for his hand. Jess' his face became blurry as she stared at him through her tears. "Oh my God, really?" she whispered, smiling like a fool.

Jess squeezed her hand and pulled a sonogram picture out of his pocket to show her. "I've never been so happy to be so terrified. It's so different, knowing that this is my kid El. I never thought I'd have this. Until – I never thought I'd want this – look up family man in the dictionary and I'm just about the furthest thing from it –"

"You're wrong. You've been a family man for a long time; the difference is, most of who you consider family is your chosen family, and slightly left of center until recently. You have the biggest heart of anyone I've ever – you always have, despite how much you tried to hide it. This kid has won the lottery of their lives, and they haven't even been born yet."

Clenching his jaw, Jess shook off a wave of emotion. "It's still really early," he said quietly, tucking the picture away. "We're not making any kind of announcement for another few weeks. But we – I wanted you to know now, because, well, you know… last time was… and I wanted to replace that memory with a good one, so."

Ella smiled softly and squeezed his hand.

"Anyway, Kathleen is turning thirty-seven this year, so it's more complicated because she's a little bit older; so, we might hold off an extra week or two to than normal tell everyone, just to be safe."

"Makes sense. But Jess, I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I know. Believe me, we're not preparing for badness or anything."

"Good. When you guys started looking for a house, did you know?"

"No. It just… worked out, thank God."

"Now am I allowed to ask where you're moving?"

"Park Slope area. Twenty minutes away as opposed to five. And you'll be happy to know – the house comes complete with a main floor bathroom."

"You factored me into your house hunt? Stop it! You're going to make me blush!"

"No, we actually didn't – but it's safe to say the real estate agent had never witnessed such unbridled enthusiasm for a main floor powder room."

"Whatever, I'm telling people you factored me into your house hunt."

"We will fully back your play."

"So, you're not even telling Kathleen's family yet?"

"Nope."

"You have to tell people soon, Jess. You guys are gonna need help moving and you might have trouble hiding it," Ella laughed.

"Hey, maybe we'll tell everyone while they're helping us move! There's an idea."

"That works! But beware, if you hold off too long, Luke might implode because you didn't tell him sooner."

"Yes, because my dear Uncle Luke is so forthcoming with the events of his own life. I love him, but he secretly got married in the middle of the night in the Stars Hollow town square and didn't even see fit to wake me up and tell me," Jess' voice started to get louder, "fucking Michel was standing at his side when he got married while I was obliviously sleeping on Liz's couch, five whole minutes away."

"You never told me about Michel; who's that?"

"No one," he shook his head, laughing to himself. "Forget it. Point is – Luke isn't lucky enough to get a preview of this news. Even if I wanted to, I can't, because he will tell Lorelai. He's terrible at keeping secrets. One good flutter of Lorelai's eyelashes and he'll spill the whole deal. And I don't trust Lorelai not to tell the entire town."

"Fair enough. Wait… does Kathleen know you're here telling me right now? Much as I love her, and I know she loves me too – I really don't want to be pissing off a hormonal pregnant lady right now."

Jess cackled. "Yes. She knows I wouldn't have it any other way. I told her she could come – we could tell you together- but she insisted on hanging back to give us some time together, just the two of us. Also, she's probably napping – or nauseas, so apologies if I have to leave super quick if she gets really sick."

"You're absolutely forgiven," Ella smiled. "You are going to be one amazing dad, Groucho."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

"They're still coming," Kathleen rolled her eyes.

"You love your family, Kath. You're not supposed to make that face when you find out they're willing to make a cross-country trip to help us move. That's the face I make at the prospect of too much family time, not you. That's – you're stealing my scowl! Give it back!" Jess teased.

"But it's just so ridiculous."

"Did you tell them that?"

"Yes!"

"What did they say?"

"'Kattie girl you just got married and we didn't get to see you for Thanksgiving or Christmas because you and Jess couldn't afford it and that's fine dear, we understand you were just here for your wedding and cross-country flights aren't cheap, especially during the holiday season. But now you're telling us you and Jess bought a house! We're coming to help you and that's final. Besides, we have time and it's been ages since your father and I went away anywhere together. Give Jess our love and tell him we'll see him soon.'"

"Wow. Your parents are such heartless Neanderthals. I totally empathize with your rampant stealing of my I-hate-my-family-scowl."

"You're mocking me."

"Little bit. But in a loving way. And I'm still trying to figure out how or why it is you haven't told your family you're pregnant yet. Again… I'm the one who withholds information from my family, not you."

"Well stop it! I'm tired, I feel sick for most of my waking hours, we're moving, and I'm trying to forget that being on the cusp of thirty-seven makes this pregnancy… geriatric. So, to recap, I'm an old, nauseas pregnant lady getting fatter by the hour, who also has to find the energy to move into a new house. Stop mocking me or I'll kill you in your sleep."

"Are you sure you'll even have enough energy to kill me?"

"I'll find it."

"If you kill me, who'll help you raise the kid?"

"My parents – they love me and I'm supposed to be thrilled they're coming, remember?"

"Yeah… still trying to figure out why you're so upset about that. Just last week you were crying because you were upset that your family isn't closer to us and you had no idea how you were going to tell them we're having a baby over the phone. Now you don't have to. Now they're coming and you can tell them in person like you wanted – why is that suddenly a bad thing?"

"It's not," Kathleen whispered, "it's just – Jess, I'm geriatrically pregnant, I'm sick all the time, I'm exhausted and we're moving. It's a lot and I'm – I'm freaking out a bit. I've wanted to be a mother for years and now that it's happening I – were you listening, when they told us about all the things that could –?"

"I was," Jess said softly. "Were you listening when they told us that you may be almost thirty-seven but you're healthy, you take good care of yourself and as long as you're careful, vigilant about doctor's orders and you don't strain yourself too much there's no reason to believe our child won't go to term and be totally healthy? And that if you do all that, there's no reason to believe you won't be fine too?"

"Since when were you mister glass half full?"

"When you're being negative and worried enough for the both of us plus our unborn kid, I have to pick up the shiny, happy slack."

"What if this is – what if I'm too scared to get pregnant again?"

"Then we're one and done and we spoil our kid rotten."

"What if I can't get pregnant again?"

"Then we're one and done and we spoil our kid rotten."

"What if with all these extra doctor's appointments they tell me that I can't like… do anything or exert myself at all and they put me on bedrest way before my third trimester?"

"Well, one – it's a good thing we have another doctor's appointment before we move so that we can ask if the only thing you're allowed to carry is pillows and two – it's a good thing your parents are coming. Do you think it would be overly suspicious if we asked your brothers to come too?"

"Entirely suspicious," Kathleen laughed. "Oh God, I'm sorry, Jess. I'm sorry I'm acting so crazy."

Jess shrugged. "You're geriatric and senile. Not your fault."

"I really will kill you in your sleep, you know."

"No you won't. Because then you'll be geriatric, senile with a dead husband and a pregnancy to explain to your ridiculous family all by yourself. And then you'll have to have the 'I murdered your dad' conversation with our kid – which – good luck. Plus, I'll haunt you. I will haunt you so severely Kathleen, you'll rue the day you decided to murder me."

"Did you just say – I'll 'rue the day'? Now who's geriatric? I haven't heard anyone use that expression since my grandparents – my mom and dad don't even say that," Kathleen laughed hysterically.

"There's that smile," Jess tucked Kathleen's hair behind her ear and moved his hand down to stroke her belly. "It's going to be fine, Kath. We've waited to tell everyone for just that reason. I'm not saying it'll necessarily be easy or uncomplicated or not stressful, but it will be okay. It will be okay. We'll be okay. You'll be okay and our child will be okay. I really, truly believe that. So, let's think of a really creative way to tell everyone who helps us move – your parents, Greg, Kristen, Rory, Logan, Luke and Lorelai – everyone besides Ella, who conveniently already knows, and she can't help us move, anyway. And then when you go to work the Monday after we move, you should tell your friends there. I know it's scary, but it's also something you deserve to soak up the experience of as much as you can. Especially if we decide we're one and done."

"I love you," Kathleen whispered. "Thank you for being glass-half-full for both of us right now; thank you for talking me down from my crazy and thank you for appreciating the upside of my family's closeness; I know you never really had that."

"I love you too," Jess pressed his forehead against hers and wiped her tears away. "I'm right here with you, Kath. Every step of the way. I'm freaked out too, but I believe that everything will be fine – it has to be. I refuse to accept any other outcome unless I'm forced to, and you know how stubborn I am."

Jess and Kathleen stared at her OB-GYN.

"Are you sure?" Kathleen asked.

"Positive," her doctor answered, pointing to the ultrasound, "look."

"I see," Jess whispered. "Kath, look. See? There."

Kathleen eyes brimmed with tears. "Oh my God."

The doctor smiled softly. "Usually this type of thing runs in the family. Do either of your families have a history of –"

"No," Jess shook his head. "My family tree is pretty small and – no. No, I don't think there's any instances of… no. Nope."

"I don't think there is in my family either," Kathleen said quietly. "And if there is – it goes further back than my parents or my grandparents."

"Well, it has to start somewhere. Maybe it's starting with you two," the doctor said.

"What – what does this mean?"

"It means, Kathleen, that you will end up on bedrest; we'll have to monitor you even more closely. But it's nothing to get overly anxious about, I promise. You're in good hands. You're healthy, you take good care of yourself. As long as you keep doing that, you'll be fine – I'll make sure of it."

Kathleen and Jess smiled at each other and nodded at the doctor.

"Have you told your families yet?"

"No. We were waiting for – we're going to, really soon. We bought a house and our families are helping us move, so we were going to tell them when…" Kathleen trailed off.

"That's good. That's good," the doctor nodded, "because you both are going to need the support. And during the move, you Kathleen, carry nothing but trinkets and pillows, do you understand? Let everyone else do the heavy lifting."

"I'll make sure she doesn't," Jess promised. "We'll have enough help that I can make sure Kath doesn't lift a finger."

"Jess," Kathleen nudged him, "I'm pregnant, not feeble."

"Really? Because a few days ago you were making a very convincing case for being geriatric and senile," he teased.

"I'm sorry that the official term for pregnancies like yours has such negative connotations," the doctor chuckled. "But just because your pregnancy is deemed geriatric doesn't mean you are. All the same –"

"She's on pillow duty doc, I'll make sure of it," Jess promised again.

"Good," the doctor smiled. "Congrats on the house. It's perfect timing. Take this follow-up form to the receptionist, she'll book your next appointment. But before we finish up, would you like to know the gender?"

"You can see that? You – you can tell us today?" Kathleen asked.

"I can, if you'd like to know."

Kathleen and Jess looked at each other and smiled.

"Yeah," Jess nodded, "yeah, we'd like to know."

"Jess – oh God, look at that," Kathleen murmured, before looking into Jess' eyes and taking his hand.

Jess sucked in a sharp breath. "Now I'm getting anxious. But in the best way."

"I know, right?"

"Congratulations," the doctor smiled. She printed off ultrasound pictures and handed them to Kathleen before leaving the room.

"This is it. We're definitely done after this, okay?" Kathleen asked in a whisper.

"Okay," Jess smirked, kissing her head.

"Why can't I go with you and Mommy, Dad?" Hannah asked.

"Because Jess and Kathleen – they're moving, Nannah, they got a new place to live, remember? Mom and I are going to help them," Logan said, helping her zip up her coat.

"Okay, but why can't I help?"

"It's going to be really busy, Nannah. Lots of people and lots of heavy things. Things bigger than you. We don't want you to get hurt."

"They don't want me to help?"

"Of course they do. They just don't want you to get hurt. After this weekend, when all the heavy stuff and the big stuff is in, Mommy and I will take you back with us next time to help them. We just need to get the big heavy stuff in first."

"We have been helping people move a lot of heavy boxes lately, haven't we?" Rory laughed.

"Correction – I've been helping people move heavy boxes. You've been laughing and gossiping on the sidelines," Logan chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess. But it's been supportive gossiping at least. And anyway, today I promise to pull my weight."

"Yeah, and sadly for me, you're a lightweight, Ace."

"You know, when we drop Hannah off with Lane and Dave I could stay there and gossip with them – since I'm such a lightweight."

"Nice try."

Rory smiled, kissed Logan's lips lightly and took Hannah's hand. "Come on, honey, let's get you in the car."

Kathleen carried a few small boxes of pillows and knickknacks into the new house. Jess took nothing and walked behind her every time she went outside, to make sure she didn't slip in the snow. She got tired sooner than she thought she would – sooner than she wanted to. Carrying things was more complicated because she had to resist the urge to let some of the boxes' weight rest on her growing belly, hidden underneath layers of winter clothing.

"You should stop," Jess whispered. "I see how tired you are and if I keep following behind you and not carrying anything, they're gonna know something's up."

"Fine, yeah," Kathleen agreed, "but where do I even sit?"

"Hey Peter, are you done setting up the recliner?"

"Yeah, but there's stuff all over the floor," Peter answered.

"Kick it out of the way, Dad," Kathleen nodded, trying to catch her breath, "I – I need to sit."

"Are you okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah. Just a little short of breath, that's all."

"Do you want me to get you some water?"

"Carol's in the kitchen with Rory," Jess said, "I'll ask her to bring a glass. Just… you and Logan move the chair out of the way of all the traffic so she can sit without being in the way."

"Pick a corner, any corner, to sit and order us around from," Logan smiled.

"I like you, Logan," Kathleen laughed. She pointed to a corner bathed in sunlight. "Over there's fine."

"Sweetheart, do you not feel well?" Carol asked, carrying a glass of water. "Sit!"

"I'm fine Mom. Just tired." Kathleen sat and took the water.

"DAMN IT!" Luke screamed from upstairs, followed by thunderous crashes.

"What the –?" Jess muttered, sprinting to the bottom of the stairs. "Luke!" he called, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I swear this goddamn bed frame is rigged to self-destruct as soon as I get close to finishing getting the whole thing together!"

"No it's not, Luke," Lorelai sighed, "you're doing it wrong!"

"Well, how the hell am I supposed to do it, Lorelai?"

"I don't know! But unlike you, I'm aware of my limitations and I'm not stubbornly trying to do something without help that I know I have no idea how to do!" A few minutes later, Lorelai came down the stairs sighing. "I give up."

"Jesus," Jess rolled his eyes. "Logan, we should get up there before they kill each other, or Luke kills the bed frame."

"After you," Logan chuckled, "he's your uncle and this is your house."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Greg said happily as he walked through the front door.

"Hey Greggers! Jess smiled.

"Sorry I'm late, man. Kristen's home with the little guy. He's been sick, and now she's got it."

"Aw man. I'm sorry."

"They'll be fine. Where do you want me?"

"Uh, kitchen table and bookshelves need putting together. Take your pick."

"I'll start with the kitchen table then move onto the bookshelves."

"I'll help you, if you don't mind. You probably don't remember me, Greg, but I met you at the wedding. I'm Peter, Kathleen's father," he offered Greg his hand.

"Nice to see you again," Greg smiled, "I remember you. But where's –"

"Over here, in the corner with my feet up like some useless out short of breath person who probably won't be able to meaningfully contribute all day," Kathleen waved when Greg found the source of her voice and made eye contact. "Hey Greg," she smiled, "thanks for coming to help. We really appreciate it."

"No problem. Enjoy bossing us around all day. You get the fun job."

"Oh, I will," she winked.

"Kathleen, honey, why didn't you tell me you were sick?" her mother asked.

"I'm not – I –"

"Yes, you are. You're short of breath, you're sweating, you're lethargic. You're still bundled in all your winter layers! Do you have a fever? What if you have the flu?"

"I don't, Mom. I don't have the flu. Jess!" Kathleen called. "You should get down here! Bring Logan and Luke with you!"

"Is it time for the boxes?" Jess asked, coming down the stairs.

"I think so, yeah."

"What – what the hell's going on, you guys?" Greg asked with a nervous laugh. "We're all here to help you move. We're surrounded by boxes."

"I know. There's um – in my car, a few things we didn't trust the movers with, or to put in the massive truck. I'll be right back. Hey, you two," Jess called into the kitchen, "Kathleen's got doughnuts."

"Doughnuts!" Lorelai said excitedly.

"What kind? What kind?" Rory asked.

"All kinds."

They ran into the mostly empty living room.

"You lie!" Lorelai pouted.

"Kathleen has no doughnuts, Jess! Why would you lie about doughnuts?" Rory asked.

Logan laughed, but said nothing.

"I needed to say something to get you two in here. Luke, come out to the car with me."

"What the hell's going on, Jess?" Luke asked.

"Yes, what is going on?" Kathleen's parents asked slowly.

"Oh, I think I know. But I'm keeping my mouth shut," Greg chuckled.

"Good plan, Greggers, or I might fire you," Jess smirked, nodding to his uncle. "Luke, car."

"Doughnuts do sound good, though, don't they?" Kathleen asked Rory. "Maybe we'll send Jess to get some, after."

"Yeah they do. But, after – after what?" Rory asked.

"I'll get your damn doughnuts. Let Kathleen and I do our thing and I'll get everyone doughnuts," Jess laughed.

"Wait, what thing?" Lorelai asked.

Jess and Luke returned from his car. "This thing. And the box Luke has too. This thing – and, and that thing. Then I'll get everyone frickin' doughnuts okay? Peter, Carol, I take it Kathleen told you we've been to the doctor? Your daughter is not lying to you, it is not the flu."

"What's going on, Kattie girl?" Carol asked.

Jess put a box down at Carol and Peter's feet.

"What about this one? What am I doin' with this one?" Luke asked.

"Put it down Luke. You can open it in a second."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. And Carol at Peter can open that one. Kath – it's all you."

"Mom, Dad, did you notice how many bedrooms this place has?" Kathleen asked.

"Well, there's three rooms upstairs, but one of them is a guest room and one's an office for now, right? That's what you told us," her mom said.

"No… they're all bedrooms that are bedrooms."

"Eventually. Not – not now…"

"Eventually's gonna be here pretty fast. Greg, you're helping my husband put together a pull-out couch later."

"Yes, I am," Greg winked.

"For our guests."

Carol started to cry.

"Mom, Dad – open the box."

"But then, what're you doing with the other two bedrooms?" Luke asked.

"Open the box, Luke," Jess smirked.

Luke put the box on the floor and looked at Jess nervously.

"It's not gonna explode, Luke, I promise."

"Jess," he gasped after opening it, staring at the tiny blue afghan and matching teddy bear, "are you serious?"

"Oh, Kathleen," Carol sobbed, "sweetheart, this is –"

"Jess," Peter said quietly, "congratul –"

"Mom," Kathleen whispered, holding back her tears, "Dad, you guys – you – you have your own box to open."

"Kattie girl," Peter said, "are you –"

"Open the box. Actually wait! Wait – let me call Andrea first." Kathleen FaceTimed her sister.

"Oh God, why's everyone crying?" Andrea asked. "Kattie, seriously, why – why are you crying? What's going on? Jess! Where's that husband of yours?"

"And… he didn't do anything."

"Well – that's not entirely true," Jess laughed. "Okay. Big sis is on the line, Mom and Pop, back to the task at hand. Andrea, let me catch you up, here," he took the phone from Kathleen and turned the screen on Luke. "That is what's in the box we told my uncle to open. Are you crying yet too? Yes! You are! You really are up to speed," he chuckled, circling the room, showing Andrea the stunned faces of Rory, Lorelai, Logan and Greg. "And now, these are your parents, you remember them, right? They. Have. A box to open."

Carol and Peter opened their box without saying a word or acknowledging their daughter on the phone. Inside, was a small pink afghan and a matching teddy bear.

"Twins?" Pater and Carol were stunned.

"We have no guest rooms. No office. All three bedrooms will be occupied in about five and a half months," Kathleen smiled, peeling off her coat to reveal a swelling baby bump. "Probably less though. I'm a few weeks away from turning thirty-seven and I'm carrying twins – so, most likely less."

"Logan," Greg said, "listen, I know you and I don't know each other too well. And I know Kathleen said I was helping Jess build that couch but –"

"But you and I are building that couch, Greg," Logan nodded.

"Yeah we are, because Jess here is – he's having two babies and he deserves to –"

"To put his goddamn feet up."

"Damn right he does," Greg laughed, grabbing Jess into a massive hug. "Well done."

"Thanks, man. Listen I – are you guys good here for a while?" Jess asked everyone. "We want to celebrate with you all but I – I need to go get Ella first. We – I told her – we made sure she knew because we knew she couldn't help with the move but – but she doesn't know that it's twins so I'm just gonna get her, okay? And I'll bring back enough doughnuts for everyone, I promise."

"Go, hun," Kathleen nodded, taking her phone from Jess and kissing his cheek, "we're good here."

It took Jess almost fifteen minutes to leave, because everyone wanted to hug him first.

"Jess…" Luke followed Jess to the front doorway, where they were alone.

"Luke…"

"I'm not – I won't hug you, I know you need to get outta here to get Ella. But I just wanted to tell you – your kids?"

"My kids… kids," Jess muttered to himself.

"They're really lucky," Luke whispered. "You'll be great."

"If they're half as lucky as I was with you, they might be all right."

"You were lucky when I pushed you into a lake and took a hammer to a wall and said, 'That's your room'?"

"No, you were crazy. I said I was lucky; I never said you weren't also crazy. I don't plan on being your brand of crazy."

"Fair enough."

"Luke? Thanks."

"I love you Jess. I'm always here for you."

"I love you too, you fucking whack job."

"Jess, wait," Rory called as he walked out the door, "can I – can I walk to the car with you?"

"Rory it's freezing out here! You left your coat – get back inside!"

But she ran out after him before he could stop her. "Jess," she whispered, "you're gonna be a dad – I'm – do you remember that day? The day I came to see you and I told you –"

He didn't need to let her finish. "I remember."

"Do you – do you remember what I told you?"

"You told me I would've made an amazing dad and I told you not to count me out of the dad game just yet. I was only thirty-two. And now I'm turning forty and having twins. God help me."

"It doesn't matter that you're turning forty. You'll outlive us all," Rory laughed. "My point is – what I came out here to say – Jess, this is the life you were meant for. This life, with Kathleen, in this cute little house, having twins on the cusp of forty. This is the life you were meant for, and I'm glad you got to have it. I'm glad you turned out not being Hannah's dad, I'm glad you stuck around and you stayed in her life. And mine. I'm glad Logan and I went through hell and I'm so grateful for the heavy lifting you both did when I couldn't – because Logan and I are happy and in love and our daughter is happy and healthy and she loves you – she loves you so much and watching you with her over the past six and a half years just… it melts my heart. But mostly, I'm glad you have the wife… the house… the kids on the way… the life you were meant to have. If you'd been Hannah's dad, you might not – you probably wouldn't have any of this. And I'm glad you have all this. I'm glad you have the life you were meant to have." Rory stopped to wipe tears from her eyes and smiled; she pulled him into a tight hug. "That's all I wanted to say and I'm going back inside now, because it's cold."