A/N: It didn't feel right to just... I dunno, cut this story off like that, so I decided to make some sort of last chapter, if only for me to have closure. I know it's been months, but still. There was still gaping hole in my heart at the thought of leaving this story opened. Hope you like this chapter as much as you did the others ^^

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

'Forever my little princess'

Lisbon balanced the newborn in her arms while skillfully taking the crayons from Hope. The little girl pouted and was about to throw a tantrum when Jane stormed inside and attacked her.

She chuckled and Lisbon was free to get the bottle out of the microwave.

"Sam called," Jane said while draping a laughing girl over his shoulder – man, that man had stamina and strength for his age. If only he'd had that strength when he was still working for the CBI.

"She did? Why?"

Jane shrugged, triggering another chuckle from Hope as she was lifted in the air a bit more.

"Paps, put me down!" Hope exclaimed, and when India ran into the kitchen as well, the baby in Lisbon's arm started crying.

The two girls were quiet immediately, and looked at Lisbon out of innocent eyes – which formed a hilarious view since Hope was still located on Jane's shoulder.

Lisbon just smiled and shook her head, focusing on feeding the baby.

"Why did she call, Patrick?" Lisbon asked again, but she got another shrug as a reply. "Great, now we have to call her back."

"Hey, she's your daughter, you're supposed to do that."

"Well, not if she is the one that wants to talk to us. She knew that Rohan would be here, as well as Hope and India – she dropped the girls here herself, for God's sake. She can't just assume that we've got time enough-"

"Teresa, calm down, I'll call her back. You just go feed Rohan," he said, putting down Hope, who immediately grabbed India's hand and fled from Jane.

He sighed and placed a kiss on her cheek, then murmured, "Jeez, woman," which earned him a playful hit on the arm.

Jane exited the kitchen and went to get the phone, dialing Samantha's number.

She immediately answered. "Hi Dad!"

He smiled, and sat down on the couch. "Hey there, Sammy. What is it you wanted to discuss?"

"Where's Mom?"

"She's busy with your nephew."

"Oh, okay. Well, Christian and I wanted to drop by to tell you but we're so busy and because I have this performance coming up-"

"Sam."

"Oh yes, sorry. The wedding is delayed."

Jane frowned, sitting up. "Why?"

It was silent on the other end, and Jane knew enough. "When's your due date?"

"On Mom's birthday," Sam deadpanned, and he couldn't help but chuckle. Yes, Lisbon was going to like that very much.

"So when's the wedding?"

"I don't know, Dad. Christian and I have been putting it off for years now, I don't know if we're really going to do it."

"But you've always wanted it. And the girls want it as well."

"I know. Darn, just when we thought it was a good time to get married with the girls' ages, we have another brat."

"It's a good thing, Sammy."

"Well duh, but still. Anyway, could you tell Mom? I'm serious, we wanted to tell you in person but with ballet and stuff..."

"I'll tell her Sam, thank you for calling."

"Love you," she said, and hung up.

"Love you too, Sammy," Jane whispered, and sighed, lowering the phone.

When Lisbon walked into the living room with the little boy still in one arm and the bottle in the other, his heart warmed.

"What did she tell you?"

Jane got up and gathered her in his arms, looking down at their grandson all the while.
"The wedding is delayed."

"What? Why- Oh... Oh my god," she breathed as she realized the reason, and it looked as though she was going to drop Rohan, but she didn't. He looked at her face then, and he smiled when he found she didn't know whether to cry or be happy – but if she would cry, it would be happy tears.

She drew a shuddering breath and sat down on the couch, him soon following.

"Do you remember when you told me that one day, Sam was going to get married and she wasn't going to need me?" she asked after a long silence, and he nodded.

"I do, and it still counts. Just because they were engaged when she was nineteen and still isn't married when she's twenty-five doesn't mean she won't ever get married. She was always one for putting things off. But she'll get married one day. That doesn't mean she won't need you anymore though. She's got two beautiful daughters and one baby on the way. She'll always need you, if only to look after her children. She asks you because she loves you. You just need to stop thinking about all these horror scenarios where she'll leave you and will never come back, she can't do that, she loves you too much for that. You two need each other."

Lisbon swallowed and looked down at Rohan who was fighting sleep. She pulled back the bottle, placed it on the table and pulled the boy up, placing him against her shoulder to let him burp. She held him with one hand while the other went up to brush a tear away.

"I know that. And I know it sounds strange now, but I want her to get married. You know, we're not eighteen anymore. I want to be there when she marries-"

"Hold it there, Teresa. You're not seriously saying what I think you're saying, are you?"

"Depends."

He shook his head and pulled her closer. He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"Teresa, you're not going to die. Not yet, not in the next fifty years or so. You have a lot of years in front of you, you can't escape from me, okay? No way you're going already."

She sighed, and nodded.

"You're right. It's just... I just think about it sometimes."

"I know Teresa, me too. But there's no need to worry. You're going to help our Sammy into that dress of hers, no matter what."

Lisbon shook her head and smiled when she looked up at him. "I still don't how I got used to that odd way of giving someone comfort."

"Well, I don't really get to practice it that much these days because you're simply mentally too strong."

"Oh, so now I have to walk around the house crying all the time because you want to practice your consoling skills?"

"Uh, yes, something like that."

She rolled her eyes. "God, you're despicable."

He smiled and ran a hand through her hair. "I've always been despicable, Teresa dear." Then, he gently pulled away. "Now, T is going to get this young fellow in an hour or two. Christian is picking up the girls at seven or so, so there's plenty of time to have an early dinner with them, without Rohan and all... What do you think?"

Lisbon smiled and got up. "Sounds amazing."

A/N: So that was this story! I'm gonna put a stop to it officially now, gonna click the 'publish' button and then the 'complete' one.

Thanks to everyone for reviewing, you made writing this story so epic! Thanks, thanks, THANKS!

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