I know, I didn't think this would be ending so soon, either. Wow. I know. It was sudden and unexpected, but this just felt right, ending it here. Summer's story is at its natural end; even when she got pregnant, writing about the pregnancy or the baby never felt right to me. Although it saddens me to write the closing of this story, I am ecstatic to announce the new story I'm working on, Keeping it Together, which will take place in the Safehouse world. It is not up yet on my profile, but the first chapter and summary will be up in the next few days (so if it seems to be calling your name, Summer fans, make sure to put me on alert). And, if you're looking for something else, see my profile for my other imprint stories; I have Hard to Love (a Paul/OC imprint story with a witch), and Healing What is Broken (a Seth/OC/Paul love triangle bursting with mystery and supernatural).

Additionally, I would like to extend my thanks to all of you who reviewed and stuck by this story even when it went off the rails (Summer's mom, I know, was insane. Crazy. A complete lunatic.) I would like to acknowledge those who reviewed multiple times, and always responded with enthusiasm to my sporadic updates: WhiteDusk8888, piggielover98, Avalongirl55, VballBabe44, xXJustaWriterxX, Lalina92, and everyone else. I hope you have all enjoyed Seth and Summer's story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Without further ado, the Epilogue.

"Pr-pregnant?" Seth asked, shocked.

The kitchen chair flipped back, my fingers stung as his hand left abruptly, and the front door slammed. Distantly, a howl rang through the air, and I sighed. Within an hour, the whole pack would know.

"Well," I sighed. "That went well."

"Don't feel bad," Jacob comforted me immediately with soulful brown eyes. "He's just surprised."

"I know," I said, shaking my head. "I did the same thing, didn't I?"

"Wait, when did you find out?" Sam asked. I gave him an unsure look.

"Last night. Before I went to Jake's. Why?"

"That's why you've been sick," Sam said to himself.

"Hey guys! What's up with Seth?" Embry asked with a grin as he slid across Emily's counter and grabbed a muffin from the basket. He looked at me, Sam, and Jacob, and then back at me. "Are you okay?" he asked suddenly, rushing to my side. "You're not still sick, are you? I can drive you to the hospital if you want!"

"Embry, I'm okay," I comforted him, patting the hand that was tight on my shoulder. Embry still seemed unsure, and he hesitated, frowning. I rolled my eyes and looked at Jacob for assistance.

"Embry, when a guy and a girl really, really love each other…" Jake started off. My eyes widened as he attempted to hold in his laughter. Embry looked, confused, between Sam and Jake. "…They do this thing…"

"Jacob, that's enough," Sam interjected. He looked at Embry. "Summer and Seth are expecting."

"Expecting a what? A package? Why is Seth running away?" Embry rolled his eyes. I face-planted the table. How. Could. These. Boys. Be. So. Dense.

"A baby, Embry. They're expecting a baby," Jacob growled out, his own face surprised with his dense friend.

Embry dropped the muffin that was in his hand, and it landed with a barely audible splat against the kitchen floor. With Jacob's simple declaration, the house itself seemed to hush. And along with the house growing quiet, my brain seemed to as well. A baby.

I knew that pregnancy led to babies. It was a fact of life that I had been witness to already, a couple of times. I knew that man plus woman equaled pregnant and pregnant equaled baby, but it felt like that only happened to adults. Teenage pregnancy only seemed to mean doctors' appointments, diapers, and bottles. Babies seemed so strange and foreign. What the hell was I going to do with a baby?

My jumbled thoughts halted to a close when Leah threw open the front door and looked wildly around the house before her eyes landed on me. The livid look on her face didn't inspire fear in me, but mild annoyance that she had the indecency to have dirt smeared across her arms and face. Her inside-out shirt and unbuttoned denim shorts spoke of the urgency to get to Sam's, and I felt her tension as she plopped down in the vacant chair beside me. The jolt of her chair meeting mine made a shock go through me, but I wasn't expecting Leah's arm to cradle me back into her, her head resting on top of mine. The look on my face must have been comical.

"I'll kill him if you want," she offered in a whisper so hushed, I knew I was the only one who had heard. A hysterical laugh fell from my lips before I could stop it. Leah's rock-hard arms held me still while the room and the earth shifted around me. The thought of Seth being murdered by his own sister because I had been stupid enough to get pregnant almost made me laugh. Really, though, I was drained and frustrated and just downright tired again.

"Who knows now?" I asked; my voice bitter. I wasn't sure what exactly I was feeling, but I knew that I wasn't happy. Not angry, per se, but definitely in that corner of emotion.

"Just me. No one else phased in; everyone could tell it was just Seth and not a calling. He's just being a baby."

The word once again startled me. Baby. All of this would end with one thing; a baby.

Later that night, at home in bed without Seth, I opened the curtains and looked out of my window at the street. The dim glow of the streetlight illuminated the darkness just enough that I could make out Bella's house, down the street and just a few houses down. There were no lights on at this late hour, and as my gaze roamed the street, they settled on the dark forest on the dead end.

My memories skipped along through time, calling to mind my arrival in Forks with Colton, my horrid job at the bar in Port Angeles, meeting Bella and the Cullens, meeting Seth and the pack, giving in to the imprint, and all that had happened that led to this moment; me, sitting in my bedroom, alone and trying to predict the future.

I felt rather than heard him enter the room. Curled up as I was, knees to chest and arms around my ankles, I wasn't in the position to look at the door. With my chin resting on my knees, I didn't want to turn, and I knew that he understood that even though I was looking away from him, all had been forgiven and forgotten the second the door had shut behind him. There was no anger, no bitterness, no discomfort or unhappiness. His reaction just was, just as mine had been the night before. Our worlds were changing, morphing and slipping beneath our feet, and for as different as we were, we had reacted in the same way.

Both of us had needed to be alone.

He climbed into the bed behind me and placed his legs on either side of me. His long arms stretched to circle around mine, holding me to him as I was holding myself together. My back pressed to his hot chest and I allowed my neck to loll back, to relax against his shoulder. The heat that enveloped me relaxed me, loosening my stiff muscles. Seth looked out the window with me as well, and he knew that his apology was not necessary.

The options that always seemed viable to other teenage girls were not for me. Abortion, adoption, any of those had never occurred to me. The thought of what was growing inside of me-baby-not being mine to keep with Seth…the thought had me recoiling before I could finish the possibility. No matter the cost, the trouble, the looks we would get…none of it mattered. The baby-our baby-was ours.

Come what may; his mother's opinion, my brother's opinion…we would get through it together. In that moment, as I thought back on all of my decisions that led me to this point, all of the chance encounters and fate-like nudges that landed me in this moment, I thought that I wouldn't ever go back and change any of it. Every single moment of my life seemed like a drop in the ocean that had gotten me here. Whether directly (having sex) or indirectly (moving to Forks), my decisions, my moments, my memories, had brought me here. And I wouldn't change a thing.

"We'll get through this," he whispered. "I'm going to be everything you need me to be. This is what's right. I love you."

Mulling over his words, I felt the truth of them press at me from all sides, cradling me just as his arms were doing. We would get through this and do our best. This was what was right. This was our life. It was harder than I thought it would be, it was different than anything I could have dreamed up as a child, but it was just what I needed and everything that I wanted.

"I love you, too."