A/N: Alright, well, I feel super bad for not updating, but here I am now. The last few months of school became very chaotic with many exams and projects, but I am done now! I just got back from a five day cruise with two of my friends, and it was so much fun! Now I just feel inspired the FINISH this story before basketball practice tonight...

Chapter 5
Thank You, Mrs. Jones

Disclaimer: I do not own Scooby and the Gang. All rights belong to Hanna Barbera and those who have affiliated.

The Mystery Machine drove through the warm, summer air smoothly, bringing in the wind through the rolled down windows. Despite its age and minor kinks, it promised transportation from point A to point B, and that's what it was currently doing: taking Fred and Daphne from point A of Blake Manor to the Jones' home, point B.

Fred had a firm grip on the steering wheel the entire ride, trying his best to focus on the miles of rode in front of him, while also trying desperately to drown out the small sniffles coming from his fiancée beside him. Even though he had attempted to comfort her back at her own home, Daphne's independent characteristics kicked in quickly, resulting in her pulling from his grasp and aggressively throwing various articles of clothing into a large suitcase. Every time he tried to help, she would deny his offer by swatting at his hand or pulling away whatever he held.

Daphne was angry for the most part during her packing, but as soon as they entered the van, the crying began once more. Though it wasn't sobs, tears were still sliding down her cheeks quickly. Again, Fred had offered his hand to hold while driving, but she just shook her head and glanced out the window in response.

Fred mentally slapped himself for not saying more at the dinner table. He was the man, for goodness' sake, and should've been there to defend Daphne in any way possible. But no, he sat there dumbly and watched as the love of his life had her heart ripped to a million pieces by her own parents. I'm so stupid, he scolded in his thoughts.

They soon pulled into the narrow driveway of the Jones household, and Fred put the van into park and cut the ignition. Neither teen moved for a few moments, as if afraid the whole world may crumble down if they did so. Finally, Fred sighed and stepped out of the driver's side. He went to the back and began unloading Daphne's bags, which to his surprise, there were only two. Rolling them to the passenger side, he opened the door for the red head, who actually made eye contact with him for the first time in nearly an hour.

Fred could swear she smiled, but it was gone too quickly to be sure. Daphne exited the van as well, and gripped her fiancée's bicep as he pulled the luggage behind them. The couple went through the side door, and was greeted by the smell of a home-cooked meal and Mrs. Jones' merry humming. The older woman turned from her place at the stove. "Hello, kids, how was dinner?" she asked happily with a smile.

Her grin immediately fell as she spotted Daphne's purple luggage in Fred's grasp and the solemn looks on the teens' faces. "Oh my, what happened? I'm going to guess by your expressions that it didn't go well..."

Fred's eyes met the tiled floor as Daphne rested her head on his shoulder. "No, Mom, it wasn't pretty."

"There was a lot of yelling," Daphne explained, her voice cracking a bit since that was the first time she'd spoke in a while.

Mrs. Jones let out a sympathetic breath. "Daphne, you are more than welcome to stay here until everything works out."

Daphne blushed. "Th-thank you, Mrs. Jones..."

"It is absolutely no problem, my dear, and please do call me Peggy," Mrs. Jones answered, opening her arms for a hug.

Daphne willingly embraced her future mother-in-law that she had grown to know and love over the years. After pulling back, the redhead let out a breathy giggle. "I'm just gonna go wipe of my eternally makeup stained face."

Peggy Jones let out a chuckle in return. "Alright, Dear. If you want something to eat, come back down when finished."

Daphne nodded in return, and then quickly left the room towards the direction of the guest bathroom. Fred watched to make sure she was out of ear's reach before saying, "I don't know how to thank you, Mom."

Mrs. Jones smiled and walked over to her son, placing a loving hand on his shoulder. "Just be the best husband and father that you can be, and I will be forever proud of you, Freddie."

"I promise, Mom," he paused. "I'm so glad we came to you first about the whole situation. It's made coming home tonight a lot easier," Fred admitted.

Peggy smiled. "Well, I'm glad! And I've already been thinking of names, too!" she exclaimed excitingly.

"Mom, Daph just found out she's pregnant; we don't even know the gender yet," Fred laughed at his mother's enthusiasm.

"Oh, Freddie, not for the baby! For me, silly! I'm thinking about going with Grammy," Mrs. Jones answered while returning to the stove. "So, you're gonna have to tell Elizabeth that she has to pick something else."

Fred frowned at the mention of Daphne's mother. "She won't want a name, Mom; she doesn't even want to be in the baby's life..."

"Frederick," Peggy scorned, causing her son to look up at her face. She then calmly replied, "She will come around, that's my promise to you. I've befriended Daphne's mother, and she is anything but heartless. This is just a shock to her and will probably want some time to think about the situation, but there is no way she will not be in her grandbaby's life."

The teenage boy stepped over to the cabinet to retrieve plates. As he brought them over to where his mother was standing, he asked, "Why are so you so calm though, while everyone else is freaking out?"

Mrs. Jones continued stirring the food in front of her. "I trust you, Freddie, and I think Daphne's a lovely girl. Of course, she can be somewhat dramatic at times and she is overly obsessed with the color purple..." she trailed off.

"Mom?"

"You better hope you two have a baby girl, because if you don't, your son will be wearing a very feminine color all the time," Peggy told him, laughing a bit at the thought, causing Fred to join in as well, but she continued, "You two seem to have a connection... I don't know how to describe it, but it works for the both of you."

"Thanks," he muttered, somewhat embarrassed.

"Don't be shy, Honey; it's a good thing, I promise. Now, go put her bags in the guest room so she can use the extra closet. Lord knows she'll use all the room she gets," Peggy stated with a smirk.

Fred rolled his eyes at his mother's remark. "Thanks again, Mom, for everything..." he said sincerely, before grabbing the bags and leaving the room to go find his fiancée.

Having successfully washed the smeared makeup off her face, Daphne sat down on Fred's bed. With a pen and notepad in hand, she needed to release some steam, and felt that writing it out last time had helped. She then realized that the last time she had spilled her thoughts onto paper was when she wrote to Velma.

The redhead chewed on her pen ever so slightly as she contemplated on what to say. Then an idea hit her... It was Velma that had listened to all her problems before, that's why she wrote to her last time. It was also her best friend that chose not to go off to some Ivy League college, but actually to stay in boring, ol' Coolsville just to be there for Daphne. She knew she could go to the small brunette for anything, and that's just what she would do now.

Excitedly knowing that a burden would soon be lifted off her shoulders, Daphne Blake clicked the top of her purple pen and beautifully scripted at the top of the page:

Dear Velma

It was then that, for some strange reason, Daphne believed that Fred's words could be true: everything will be okay.

A/N: EW, what a HORRIBLE ending, but I'm too tired to go back and rewrite it... -_- Whatever... So, thus completes this...series, if that's what you want to call it.

To clear up confusion, to not waste your time, and to not make you read the whole confession again, I had them go to the Jones' first before they told the Blake's. Just imagine Fred's parents being kind and accepting, and how Fred explained the whole house situation and whatnot... It would've been so redundant; I just didn't want to waste time.

Anyhoo, I've noticed some 'Word Challenges' floating around the Scooby Forum... I WANT ONE! XD Whoever reviews first with a challenge word, I'll use it. I promise! :D But there's no promise as to when I will get it up...

Please review!

Thanks to all who've kept up with my story!

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P.S. We're getting closer to the Scooby Doo FanFiction Awards 2011...only 5 more MONTHS! ;D