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A/N: The very last chapter of Lost and Found. Can you believe this story has been going on for over two years? First, co-written with Jess, and then flying solo. I hope you all have enjoyed the ride as much as I have.

The first ten years had passed achingly slow. The next ten years passed in the blink of an eye. Here they all were, again, at another PCA school reunion. Twenty years out of high school, and so much had happened. Love lost, and found again. Weddings, children, and anniversaries filled with joy and laughter had replaced the melancholy and the loneliness. And while the time between graduation and the first reunion had been nothing short of torture, neither couple could claim that they hadn't come out wiser for the experience.

Chase and Zoey had been married the year after moving to New England. Her divorce had been sped through litigation, aided by the domestic violence and by the fact that Zoey didn't care where any of the stuff in the house ended up, so long as she didn't ever have to go there again. Funnily enough, it had been Zoey who had brought up the topic of marriage; Chase had been hesitant to ask her for fear she would feel rushed and trapped. She firmly replied that she felt nothing of the sort and couldn't wait to be married to him. The ceremony had taken place at their farmhouse during a particularly sunny summer day. It had gone smoothly until Liam had escaped his grandmothers' holds and toddled up to his parents at the altar, demanding to be picked up. The pastor had joked that children should not be brought to weddings, as they have a habit of stealing all the attention. But since the couple in question didn't mind, Liam attended his parents' wedding perched on his father's hip. And when the pastor told Chase he could kiss the bride, Liam beat him to it, planting a sloppy kiss on Zoey's cheek with the "muah!" sound effect for emphasis.

James was sentenced to twenty years to life for attempted murder. He was up for parole every five years, but thanks to Chase's efforts, it had always been denied.

Liam had brought such incredible joy to their lives it was almost beyond belief. He had the sunniest disposition of any child his parents had ever known; he'd never spent more than an hour being sad or upset in his life. The woods around the house, as Chase had predicted, provided the perfect outlet for his curious nature, and he could often be found up a tree or wading in the nearby creek. He loved to learn, something Chase was sure he inherited from his mother (who was sure he had inherited it from his father), and devoured books the way others devour food.

They had added to the family during Liam's toddlerhood; a little sister for him. At an early age, Maddie had commanded the attention of her parents and her brother, and was the family's princess. Her love of everything pink and fluffy had led to a large collection of princess paraphernalia. She was the writer of the family, and though all her stories involved damsels in distress and princes rescuing them in the most outrageous ways, her parents couldn't have been more proud. She was bossy and opinionted, but had a big heart. She was forever bringing home stray animals and begging to keep them. For awhile, this had led to the family having a menagerie of sorts, until it had simply been too much and the animals given to good homes. She adored and hated her brother in turns, and he had the same reaction to her.

And then there was the newest addition to the family. Or rather, additions, since this expectation was for one more than usual. Zoey had never known twins ran in her family, and they had been delightfully surprised when a routine ultrasound revealed two heartbeats. They had just found out the week before that they were expecting twin boys, at which Maddie and Zoey had jointly groaned. Chase didn't care either way, he was just happy the babies were healthy, and that their mother was fine as well.

Chase rested his hand on his wife's burgeoning belly as they stood surveying the gym full of old classmates. One of the babies gave a spirited kick at the warmth of his hand, and the silly grin he'd been wearing for much of the past decade reappeared. Not to be outdone, the other baby gave a kick on his side, so forcefully it made Zoey wince a bit. Chase was quick to soothe the ache with his other hand.

"Sorry," he whispered in her ear. "I forgot that they get jealous."

"Those kicks are getting stronger every day," she murmured back. "Are we having babies or professional soccer players?"

"We could be having babies who will become professional soccer players?" he suggested. She swatted him playfully on the shoulder as he placed a gentle kiss on her temple.

"Just what our house needs," she said. "Soccer balls flying everywhere."

"Well, maybe they'll be baseball players."

"Or maybe we'll get them into a nice, non-contact sport. Like chess."

"Right," he laughed. He looked around at the unfamiliar faces, and at the banner, welcoming the class of 2009 to their twentieth high school reunion. "Has it really been twenty years? God, I feel old."

"Oh, honey, you're not old," Zoey patted his arm reassuringly.

"You do realize that babies born the year we graduated are now in college, right?"

"Age is just a number, dear."

"If you say so." Looking around, he finally spotted a familiar couple. "Hey, it's Quinn and Logan."

"Oh, good. Someone we know."

Logan and Quinn had just arrived at the reunion, and were just as grateful to see their old friends as their old friends were to see them. Logan and Quinn had married almost immediately upon returning to the States, Logan having paid quite a lot of have Quinn's marriage to Mark dissolved quickly. Though she disapproved of him paying away his problems, Quinn couldn't complain about it too much, since it meant she became his wife that much faster. Their wedding had been the talk of the celebrity news circuit, though the ceremony itself had been a private affair where reporters and photographers (besides private ones) alike had been banned. Like Chase and Zoey's wedding, it was a small affair, with mostly just their families in attendance. They had chosen to write their own vows, and had moved even the reverend to tears with their heartfelt declarations of devotion and love for each other. Someone had the clever idea of typing up their vows, and as a belated wedding gift, they had received them framed above a picture of them at the altar. It now hung above their fireplace in a house they bought after the wedding. They had both decided their homes held too many bad memories to be used as a place to raise their family.

Their family was small; the couple had only one child thus far, a girl. Quinn had learned that it hadn't only been birth control that had kept her and Mark from having children; she had a problem maintaining pregnancies past the first trimester. Two pregnancies had ended in miscarriages before their daughter was born. Emily was only two, but already, her parents' world revolved around her. Her personality was just forming, and changing every day. Quinn and Logan still had no inclination as to which one of them she took after, or if she would at all, and waited with baited breath to see. So far, she showed a love of watching documentaries with her mother and of sitting on her father's lap while he directed his movies. She was a regular on set, though Quinn and Logan were adamant that she remain behind the camera, rather than in front of it. She was also a recurring sight at her mother's workplace, which was a small research facility for molecular biology. Already Quinn loved it far more than her teaching job.

And unbeknownst to Logan, Quinn had discovered the previous day that she was pregnant again. It was only a home test; a visit to the doctor's office in the coming week would confirm her suspicions. Logan thought she had a touch of the flu, and had treated her with kid gloves. She knew that was only going to get worse when she shared her good news. At the moment, however, she was nursing a ginger ale and praying that the pretzels she just ate would stay down.

"How are you feeling?" Logan asked as they walked up to greet Zoey and Chase.

"Fine," she answered. "A little queasy, but the ginger ale is helping."

"Do you want to leave? We can go if you want."

"Logan, I'm fine," she smiled and squeezed his hand to reassure him. "I'm not going to throw up, and I'm not contagious." Not unless pregnancy was catching. And what a mess the world would be if that were true.

"Just say the word and we're gone."

"Gotcha."

As the old friends greeted one another, a sudden sense of rightness settle over them, as if this was the way things were always meant to be and they had all been fools for messing it up. Michael and Lisa soon joined them, and it was as if they had never left PCA. They reminisced for hours over old jokes, the bad food, their crazy schemes. They shared photos and stories of their respective families, and at the end of the night, left with promises to e-mail and phone and visit.

And whatever happened between then and their thirtieth reunion, one thing was certain: life couldn't get any better than it was at the moment. Or so they thought.

A/N: And that, my dear readers, is the end of this story. I've been writing this so long, I almost can't believe it. Hopefully this means I can concentrate on some of my other stories. I hope the ending was everything you hoped it would be, and that you'll review. Thank you to all of those who have been here since the beginning and stuck it out until the end. And to those who jumped in in the middle and everyone in between. Your support has been much appreciated.