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Reginald and Arthur sat in their favourite coffee shop for their yearly visit. They met other times as well, but here at the shop they didn't have to hide who they were. Because this coffee spot was for those immortals who walk among us. They could talk openly about all the lives they'd lived. The people they'd lost. Arthur drank his coffee and leaned into Reginald. "So how did Debs take the news?" Reginald looked away. "Reggie! You haven't told her yet?" "No," he whispered. "Dude, really? You have to... You’re getting close to 45, she’s gonna notice you're not aging like her!" Arthur lectured. "I know, I know." Reggie sank down in his seat. "I just can't." Arthur’s face softened. "Reg, I haven't seen you put it off this long since you married that princess." Reggie smiled. “I guess Debbie reminds me of her." Reggie's mind wandered back to his princess Evangeline. He hadn't thought of her intentionally since he met Debbie. If he thought hard enough, he could see her dancing through the castle halls, could hear her laugh with children. His children... All of his children were gone, and he had yet to pass on his gift - or curse, depending on whom you asked. Arthur had a daughter; they often got together. His daughter's mother had been his last wife, and Arthur couldn’t bear the loss of another love. But Reggie - he only had Arthur. With Evangeline, at a certain point, they had pretended he was too ill to be seen in public. It wasn't easy but doable. Eventually, they let the kids in on the truth. Watching Evangeline fade away to nothing was so painful. He left the Kingdom at night and would sneak out to see his kids; he even got to meet his grandchildren. Yet not as their grandparent, but as friend of the king or princess. Modern medicine made being immortal so much more difficult. Almost every ailment could be cured, and with face ID and scanners, immortals were getting harder and harder to hide. Sure, they had people to help with that, but it was a challenge. Reggie and Arthur had both taken a break from marriage - not quite swearing it off, but not seeking it out. The pain of loss was just too much. Until Reggie met Debbie. She was perfect, kind, caring, loving, and just the most amazing woman. He'd married her without too much thought. He was in love, hopelessly in love with her. "It's gonna crush her, Art... She's dreamed of growing old together. And I hid that from her." Arthur sighed. "You were able to explain it to Evengline and you helped her rule a Kingdom. Debbie may be livid with you, but she also may choose to forgive you and to keep loving you." “I know... You understand I will need to stay with you if she’s mad, right?" Arthur laughed. "You're always welcome." The men finished their coffee and shared a hug. “You got this, man. Debbie might just be surprised." Arthur tossed some cash on the table for the drinks. "Yeah, she might." The men headed to their cars and drove home. When Reggie got home, he found Debbie in the kitchen tidying things up. "Hey Love, I made cake!" Her smile could make him melt. "Any reason?" He could deal with this in a moment. "Cathy gave me her recipe. And I couldn't wait to try it out!" She beamed. "I'm sure it will be even better when you make it." He wrapped his arms around her and just held her. "Love? Are you alright?" She reached up and touched his face. "No my dear, I'm not. I have something I need to share with you." He pulled them toward the couch. It was time to stop hiding.

At night I walk, lighting the lamps for all those who need to find their way home. Tired mine workers, those who work late at the factory, and the occasional office men delaying their arrival home. I love seeing my city at dusk, the colours against the harsh city line. That might be why I took this job. And most nights I don't run into many people. Most are at home having dinner with their families or waiting to go home till it's too late. As the sun dips low in the sky, day giving way to night and I nearing the end of my route, I see her. A young lady trying too hard to blend in. Even her simplest clothes make these folks’ church clothes look like rags. I say nothing. She sees me and pulls her hood tight around her face. I make work of looking busy but stay close by. She'd be an easy target for pickpockets and scammers. I notice she is holding a paper tightly. Most likely it’s an address. With what? I wonder. Instructions? A love note? An invitation? She wouldn't be the first young lady I have seen slip to a party with her friends, finding the factory workers and miners better company than the businessmen who call on them. She seems anxious - most likely not here with her parents’ approval. I wonder if I should say something. I don't get the chance. A carriage pulls up, and she breathes out a sigh of relief. She straightens up and slips into the carriage. I can only hope I did the right thing by saying nothing. Over the next few days when I get to that spot, I wonder what happened to her. But eventually, I forgot about the young lady. Then after a month, she is back. Holding another note, still overdressed, but looking more relaxed. I say nothing but stay nearby, busying myself with cleaning the street by the lamppost. I look at her closely - definitely a noble lady. Why is she back? Most noble ladies have their night of revelry and then settle into whatever marriage their father has set for them. But she is back. I want to ask her questions, but I know better. I'm just the person who lights lamps. So I simply stand guard. She humming today, maybe she is in love? Or enjoying the last few days of freedom? Once again, a carriage pulls up, she smiles and flushes and a hand extends to help her into the carriage. The warm winds of summer fade to the cool breeze of autumn and she keeps coming. Every month she waits, then slips into her carriage. Soon snow starts to fall - will she keep coming? She does; now she stands there wrapping her cloak around her. Trying to keep out the cold. I set my torch near her and go about my cleaning without saying a word. I look from the corner of my eye and see her warming her hands. It's been months, I decide it's time to say something. "Miss, are you quite alright?” I don't look at her. "Oh yes, quite." I respond with a hum. I wait to see if she will say more. "I should thank you." She pauses and turns towards me. "You've been keeping an eye on me while I wait in the dark. My beloved appreciates that. " "The streets can be risky. And you don't know about them. It was the least I could do." Then I noticed her bags. "Ah, so I won't be seeing you again, will I?" She blushes. "I hope not. We're hoping to slip away unnoticed on the early morning train in the next town over." "I'm just someone who lights the street lamps, Miss. No one knows the path I walk or who all I see." Soon the carriage pulls up. I help them load up her bags, then step to the side. "Thank you again, My Guardian of the Night. Keep safe in these streets.” She smiles at me. I don’t think I will forget that smile for a long time. I look at the man beside her. "Take care of her, and get yourself wed before you do something foolish, ya hear?" I point my finger at them in a manner that I doubt seems threatening. He shockingly throws his hands up and smiles at me. I trust him. He seems like a good man. The young noblewoman catches my hand. "I mean it - thank you. I hope you have a good life, My Guardian." She kisses my cheek and I close the carriage door. "I hope your new life is worth the one you gave up,” I whisper as they drive away. I smile and walk home. Maybe in the paper in a few days, I will learn the name of the woman whose love story I have watched unfold.

Two Years Later Andrew walked upstairs after his set was done for the night; he'd hired a few new bands so he could have a some nights with his young family. But tonight the toddlers were with a set of grandparents; Leo and Sophie’s parents had come up for the weekend and would keep the kids for the evening. So he and Penny could have some time alone, without the toddlers running everywhere. Both his parents and Penny’s would be up in two weeks for their turn to spend their weekend with the kids. Andrew couldn’t help but laugh; you’d have no idea they had moved away from their hometown with how often some set of parents had come to visit. "Petal? Where are you?" He found a note on the coffee table. "Hmm, maybe she had to go help with the kiddos?” He sat and opened the note. My Dearest Andrew, In another world, we were lovers, We were brought back into this one and found love in others’ arms. Today we are once again, husband and wife with a joined family. I love you so much and am so proud of you. Our lives couldn't feel more complete. But how would you feel if we become a family with four under four? To make our little family complete? Andrew looked over at the wedding wall. Pen had found these multi-photo frames and had started filling one for each "family" so the kids would grow up seeing their parents. As he smiled at the wall, he heard the floor creak behind him. He turned to see his wife standing there, hand hovering over her stomach. "Happy?" she whispered. "Excited and terrified." He walked over and hugged her. "Look at that - we are back where we started!" He smiled; they were 27 and expecting their baby again. "Only this time we have three more kids!" Pen giggled. "Come on, let's celebrate." *** Five Years Later Penny stood in her studio, sorting through the postcards she had printed, waiting for her next clients who wanted her to shoot their upcoming wedding. The sound of her children’s giggles drew her out of her brainstorming. "Mommy! Mommy!" The kids wrapped around her in a group hug. "Hey, kiddos! How was school?" She was answered by a chorus of voices telling her of the stories of the day, math homework to be done, spelling tests and letters to practice. "Okay, okay, Daddy should be awake soon, so go on up and enjoy the cookies and apple slices I left for you. And then have Dad help you with homework." Her three seven-year-olds smiled and kissed her cheeks and headed upstairs. She smiled; they looked so much like their parents. Hope and Grace were the spitting images of their mother. Hope was always drawing something, and Grace was already showing Sophie's no-nonsense attitude. River had Trevor's golden heart, always stopping to help someone or making someone smile. Her five-year-old, Simon, stopped and hugged her tightly, then the young boy raced to catch up with his siblings. She heard shrieks and giggles from the stairs; Andrew must have woken up in time to scare them at the top of the stairs. She didn't have time to enjoy the noise of her family because her new clients were here. *** Andrew laughed as his children giggled at his scare. He made a point of being up when they left for school and awake when they got home so he could spend time with them even though he worked at night. "Alright kiddos, let's pound out that homework so we can surprise Mom with supper!" "Oh, Dad! Can I make brownies? I have half the amount of homework the twins do!" River smiled. He was definitely Trevor and Pen's child. He had a mind for numbers and baking was like second nature to him. He loved it when they went to Arcadia for the weekend because Pen's parents let him work in the big kitchen and taught him new recipes. "If you get your homework done in 30 minutes, we should have time for both brownies and supper." Andrew ruffled the boy’s hair as River got started on his math homework. "Girls, do you need help?” Both girls shook their heads. “Once everyone is done with their math, we'll do spelling words. But I'm going to help Simon with his letters." River flew through his homework and started his brownies. Once they were in the oven, the older three ran through spelling words and all did surprisingly well. Soon all five of them were busy making supper. Sure, the kitchen was tight but Andrew loved helping his wife. "Daddy?" His youngest tugged on his shirt while he worked on the supper. He looked down so Simon knew he was listening, "Are we going to Arcadia this weekend?" "Not this weekend, Kiddo. Remember Great Uncle, Granny and Gramps are coming tonight and you guys are going to the cabin. Then tomorrow all of us are going on a hike with them to the beach." This was the anniversary of the day Penny and Andrew came back from Twin Crescent - not that Leo or Sophie's parents knew that, but they were glad for the distraction. *** Penny walked upstairs, worn out. That the bride had been a piece of work. Hope you are okay with frozen pizza because I can't cook tonight. That bride was extra. As she opened the apartment door, she was greeted by a group hug from her children and the smell of brownies and food. "You guys cooked dinner! How wonderful!" She kissed Andrew, with echoes of “Gross!” and giggles from her children. "And I made brownies that we can share with Great Uncle, Granny and Gramps!" River smiled brightly. "Oh! Wonderful, dear. I think we have some ice cream left. Should be tasty, but Mommy is starving, so let's eat!" The kids ran to the table and Andrew kissed his wife one more time. After dinner, the grandparents arrived. Penny loved watching this set of grandparents interact with her and Andrew's son; he wasn't their grandchild but they loved him just the same. After the brownies were enjoyed by all, Penny and Andrew were alone. Andrew went to their room and got the box. “Do you still want to go tonight?” Penny opened the box and touched the ring and necklace, then pulled out her and Andy’s Elements. “It’s tradition.” Putting their elements on, they transformed into Rose Thorn and Flint. After moving here, they had worked with Flicker and Shrub to travel faster so they could easily get from place to place. Now, they headed off to the small cemetery just outside Arcadia. The couple walked hand in hand to the plots where their old lovers were buried. Penny leaned against Trevor's tombstone and Andrew against Sophie’s. They scrolled through photos on their phones, telling them all about their kids. After all the updates were had, Penny looked up at the stars. "Think they'd be mad?" "That we got married? Nah, I think they'd understand. Especially if they got to see what we went through. But you are an amazing mother to the twins, Sophie would be so proud of you." He tapped her foot with his. "Trevor would be impressed with your dad skills, if not a little bit jealous. He would be grateful you’re raising his son." "He'd definitely want me over any of your other guy friends." Penny couldn't help but giggle. "You're not wrong, my love." Andrew smiled at his wife. She reached across and took his hand.

If you had told me 48 hours ago that I would be getting married I would have never believed you. No one is ever going to believe this one. But we'll have to hope that grand rulers do. They had called a draft for the royal army. Anyone 21 years of age and older had to enlist. I had just turned 21 the last time they called an enlistment. My father was dying, so at that time, I was given permission to stay home and care for him. He now lay in the ground and I would have to enlist and surely die. I had failed every part of training in school. I couldn't sword fight, couldn’t do close-quarters combat, nor shooting…all of it - I was the worst kind of warrior. I couldn't even use magic; I was doomed. I stared at the letter and could feel the panic rising. The world started to go black…I think I heard someone call my name as I hit the ground. "Eliza! Eliza, please wake up!" I blinked and saw David hunched over me. "Oh thank heavens, you’re okay!" "How long was I out?" I asked, slowly sitting up. "Only a few moments. I see you got your letter!” David picked the paper up from the ground and handed it to me. I swallowed hard. "David, I'm going to die! You know I can't fight." I started to feel the panic well up again. "Hey, hey, none of that now. I can't make a plan with you if you black out again," David teased. I laughed, finding myself feeling calmer. "Plan? Why are we planning? I'm going to die in the royal army and only you will mourn me." I said in a way that I hoped sounded like I was just joking, but I think my shaking gave me away. David put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm not gonna let that happen." I look at David. I want to believe him. He is the reason I survived training. He made sure I had a place to go once my father had died. He had been my only family for so long, but even he couldn’t save me now. "Nothing can be done, David. We both have to enlist. Your being six weeks younger than me won't save you this time." I tried once again to make light of all this. David paced back and forth. "No, there has to be something we can do." I watched him pace. I hated seeing him stressed like this, especially over me. "We could find some fool to marry me." It was a joke - of all the women in our little village, I was the most undesirable. I had no father to make proper arrangements for me, my mother died in childbirth and it would have been better had I died with her. Women were meant to produce more warriors for the Kingdom. And due to my mother's inability to survive, it was believed I would fare no better. And with no magical abilities in my family, I was truly worthless. All I was good for was another body to slow down the enemy. "That's it!" David grinned. "We'll get married!" "David, you can't be serious. We can't get married," I protested. "And why not? I care for you and you care for me - that's more than some of the marrieds around here can say. And if you are my wife, you can join the nursing staff or the kitchen crew. I'll also be given longer service breaks..." His face flushed; everyone knew why the married soldiers were given longer breaks. I shook my head. "The grand rulers will never allow such a thing. You know they refuse all marriage requests made after a draft." "There can be exceptions made... " David paused. "A parent’s dying wish, a declaration of true love…. You know how Grand Lady Hyacinth loves a good love story." "But we aren’t in love, David." Did I really need to remind him of that? "Maybe not, but everyone believes me to be taken with you. After all, I haven't married anyone else. It's not an illogical leap. We could simply say I waited too long." How can he say this so simply? "David, do you even know what you are saying? This is forever! We'd be expected to...to..." My face burned. "...have children...build a home together, even with the war going on…." David took my hand. "I know, but think about it. Whom else would you rather spend forever with?" He winked. "I mean, you're not wrong." I felt my face flush again. "Then let's go convince them." David took my hand and we quickly packed for a trip to the Grand Rulers. We travelled through the night, taking turns driving the wagon. When the one-off driving duty couldn’t sleep, we talked about our story and points that would explain why we should be married. We arrived at the Grand Lady Court in the late afternoon, after David had made one more stop. We were one of the last meetings of the day. "Let me guess - another couple desperate for a marriage request." The Grand Lady did not seem impressed. All the words I had vanished. "No Grand Lady, we are not desperate, but we are hoping you will grant us your blessing." "And why should I? Tell me, why do you want to spend forever with this man?" she asked me directly. I gulped. "He…" I paused and looked at David, taking his hand. "My father died, without sorting out my marriage, but I think he'd want me to marry David… David has been my rock for so long. I am a terrible fighter, no one wants to have children with the girl whose mom died giving birth, I have no worth in this world." He squeezed my hand like he wanted to argue with me. "But David keeps me safe, he sees me as worth something, and if we are to die for this war, I want to do it as his wife." I stare at the Grand Lady. Did I really mean all that? Did she believe me? I flushed and let go of David's hand. The Grand Lady turned to David. “Well?" David cleared his throat. "Right, yes. Eliza has been my best friend for years. She is an amazing woman, there is no one else I want to spend whatever is left of my life with. In fact, I know I will be a better warrior if I am coming home to her. I need to know she's safe." He took my hand. "Eliza, I know I never asked you properly, but understand that I breathe more easily when you are near. I wish I'd moved faster and then we wouldn't have to do this with war on our doorstep. But for whatever time we have left, I want to spend it with you." He pulled a simple ring out of his pocket. “And should the Grand Lady say no, then let this band show my promise to marry you. And I will enlist to fight by your side." "Oh, David." I let him slide the ring on my finger. Grand Lady Hyacinth stared at us, and David and I held hands and our breath. "Either you two know how to put on a show, or you need each other. I will grant your marriage request, but you must wed tomorrow morning." David hugged me and I let out a squeal. Were we acting or were we in love? At this moment I wasn't sure, but come morning I would be David's wife and we would face the war together. I looked down at the ring on my hand and then at David's eyes. "Thank you," I whispered. "Thank you," he whispered back, and we rushed out to find someone to host our small wedding in the morning. I can’t wait.

I sit at the corner of Cherry Tree Lane and 5th Avenue. I'm an old and outdated lamp, but the city likes my charm. So while keeping my rustic look, they gave me a modern twist. I now come on at the same time as all the new fancy street lights. They put a nice bench and a pretty flower bed next to me. A beautiful place to rest, a place to watch the business of 5th Avenue as people run from meeting to meeting or fight over parking spaces. Or you can enjoy the peace of Cherry Tree Lane. Where moms take their children for walks, where young love takes its first late-night stroll. Or the love of someone who has long been gone sits and feeds birds. I'm sure there are some whom I have watched go from being pushed in a stroller down Cherry Tree Lane, to rushing along 5th Avenue, to holding young love's hand, to mourning the loss of that love. Many have found shelter, safety and solace under my light, sleeping on my bench. I've heard many fights at my bench, but I've only seen a few resolved. I've seen men get down on one knee, and happy tears flow. I've seen little kids bring their moms a bouquet of flowers and weeds; I'm always amazed at a mother's patience. My bench has been a place where tears have been shed by those coming off 5th Avenue. Their briefcases get tossed against the ground, and folks even hit or grab my post. I don't mind; I know they are just trying to calm down. Sometimes they call a friend and go grab a drink, or they call their moms and simply cry. Sometimes the ones who come the most distraught have the brightest ideas. I've seen some too young run from home. They always race down Cherry Tree Lane, only to reach the corner of 5th Avenue and have no idea where they are going. Or what to do. So they sit on my bench under my light and wait. Wait for parents or a policeman to come and find them. People stop and take photos for their grads, weddings, or just because. They all marvel at my charm, and yet… So many people walk right by me and never notice me. I see them, watch their stories unfold, hear them laugh, listen to them cry and wish I could do something more. But all I do is light their way and give them a place to rest, a place to go, a place to start, a place to ask big questions, a place to meet. I'll always be here, a space for them to come.

One Year Later Penny lay in the bed she and Trevor used to share. Had it really only been three months? Had it all been real? Are you awake? I need to call you. She and Andrew talked all day now; it was as natural as breathing. It also was a good way to distract from the grief. Call away. I can't sleep anyway. Penny looked around the room. Leo had been amazingly helpful. Her parents had been busy with the restaurant, so he had come over to help her pack up the apartment. She was still torn between moving in with her parents and starting over somewhere new. With Metallic Owl gone, there was no need for her to stay in Arcadia - other than Andrew and his little twins. She picked up her phone on the second ring. "Hey, Andy." "Hey Pen, Mom needs to go into the hotel, some kind of an emergency that I can’t understand, and I'm having too rough a night to be alone with the twins." "I'm having a bad night too. Give me five to restock my overnight bag." "Okay, see you soon." He hung up. You really should just leave stuff here, you're here so often. Her parents would ask too many questions. She’d thought about it, but it didn’t seem fair to Sophie’s parents for her to just take Sophie’s place in the girls’ lives. She was their godmother; that had been Sophie's wish. Fair, see you soon. *** Andrew hung up the phone. "Ma! Pen's on her way, and the twins are settled. Feel free to go." "I'm sorry, Andrew, I thought the other girl could handle the event tonight and all the last-minute design changes… but I guess I was wrong." She smiled and cupped his cheek. "They have grown so much in the past month that she would have been proud of how you've handled everything." "I know, Ma." Andrew sighed. "I miss her." "Oh, my boy, I know. She was lucky to have you." "Ma? Before you go…You know how Pen is the girls' godmother?" She nodded. "Well, before the twins were born, the three of us had been talking about going away - you know, starting over. I know Pen still wants to. I don't want her to go alone, and I’d like her help with the twins..." He stopped short and looked down, afraid to ask the next question. "Oh Andrew, say no more. If you and Penny want to go away for a bit or move away, I would understand. I can’t imagine the pain you're both going through, and Sophie and I had talked at great length about you three moving away. I think it would be good if you both left to start over! Just not too far away, okay? I want to be able to see my grandbabies." "Really? Thanks, Ma. I'll keep you posted." She smiled and walked out the door. Andrew looked over at his sleeping twins, Hope and Grace. Penny walked in. "Hey, Andy." "Thanks again for coming." He watched as Pen's hand rested on her stomach as she sat. "So when were you going to tell me?” He sat close to her but still kept some space; they had been careful, and they were unsure what they wanted to do next. "Tell you what?" She quickly moved her hand away. He chuckled and grabbed her hand and pulled it back on top of her stomach. "That you’re pregnant with Trevor's child?" "I was worried I'd miscarry with all the stress. So I haven't told anyone. Mom and Dad have been so busy. And Leo assumed I threw up from the grief of packing up Trevor’s things." She curled up on the couch, resting her back against him. "Well, you were my wife for seven years. I noticed but wanted to make sure what I was seeing was real. Did Trevor know?" He gently rubbed her arm, waiting to hear her story. She shook her head. "I found out the morning of the battle. I was going to tell him that evening, I like to think he heard me while he was lying in that hospital bed... But I really don't know. I took the test on a whim that morning. We'd been so careful, but I guess one night we weren't. I was three weeks late... So I'm just over three months along. If this one is anything like ours, I've got at least one more month till the press notices." "Think they'll still care?" She had had a hard time leaving her house still these days, often using Rose Thorn to get around, or putting on a face mask and dark glasses. She’d even gone as far as to cut her hair down to a pixie cut and wear wigs. “‘Daughter-in-law of Metallic Owl pregnant with her heir; is evil in its blood?’ I see it now." She rolled her eyes. Before he could speak, she continued, "Andrew, I've been doing some digging, and you know that little getaway town we used to go to when we were kids?" "Yeah, of course. I can't wait to take the girls there in a few years." He smiled at the memories he had there. "Well, what if we moved there? Together?" She squeezed his hand. "There is a shop for sale that has an apartment upstairs and a basement that we could turn into a pretty fun nightclub." He looked at her with eyes wide. "I figure if we use the trust from the Mayor and the money I inherited from Trevor, we could afford it and do whatever minor changes we need. When the legal battle is over, the money I get from here will be enough to cover the cost of any major changes we want." She turned to look up at him; the hope in her eyes was enough to make him melt. "You've really thought this all through, haven't you?" He smiled. "Mom and I talked before I left, she said she thought it would be good for us to get away…" "Would you really want to go away with me?" She fidgeted with her hands. "Pen, everywhere I look in Arcadia I see Sophie or Trevor. I want somewhere new so this can be somewhere we visit and teach our kids about their parents." He took her hand and brought it to his lips. "Marry me again?" "Of course, but we’ll need to wait for my legal battle with the Owl herself to be over. Then we should talk to Sophie's family, maybe Leo too. I want them to still feel a part of our family." "I agree, it takes a village after all. I still can’t believe you have to go to court for the money Trevor left for you. She disowned him… she shouldn’t have any say in that money." "I don’t make the rules, Andy. But, my being pregnant does help my case. I just need to tell my parents, then my lawyer will take care of the rest.” She yawned, followed by Andrew. When was the last time they had slept well? "I’ll be there with you every step of the way. But right now, we both need some sleep. The twins are still asleep, so let’s take a nap.” He pulled out the stool from his side of the couch and Penny copied. She curled up next to him and they both quickly fell asleep. *** Pen woke up in a dream, that felt more like a memory, was it hers or Andrew's she wasn't sure. But it was clear she wasn't going to get to leave any time soon. Metallic Owl was facing her - oh, this was that memory. She took a breath and let herself go. Metallic Owl had grown tired of using others and had cornered Rose Thorn and Ice Raven during a battle. Thankfully Andrew was waiting on standby. His job was to keep Sophie off the field; she was six months pregnant with twins, so she wasn't allowed to fight. The battle was hard. Metallic Owl had learned to make liquid metal clones. Ice Raven had been caught in a trap. The liquid metal clone had become a statue, trapping him in a headlock. He was using up his energy trying to get out. He was too close to defenceless. But Rose Thorn couldn’t help him, she was busy trying to trap the rest of the clones. By the time she’d trapped them all in a cage of vines, Metallic Owl was removing Ice Raven's ring. “Elements! Transfer me Ice Raven's power now!” Before the ring was off, Rose Thorn had the Element of Ice joining her, becoming Frosted Rose. But Trevor’s identity was exposed. "Trevor!" Frosted Rose called out. Andrew, get here now! Metallic Owl took Trevor’s ring! Metallic Owl brought her last clone back to life and had it throw Trevor on the ground. She picked him up herself. "So, not only are you a completely useless son, married to a worthless girl, you also are the reason I can't get my husband back! The magic in these Elements could heal him!" The shock of learning that her mother-in-law was the villain she’d been fighting since she was a teen stopped Penny in her tracks. Trevor didn’t freeze; rather he fought harder, trying to fight off his mother. To his credit, he had forced her to drop him. He was standing ready to fight her himself, but he had spent too much energy fighting the clones. Metallic Owl kicked her son square in the chest and he fell off the building they’d been fighting on. “Trevor!" Frosted Rose tried to get to him but Metallic Owl tripped her. She couldn’t reach her lasso or see well enough to catch him in ice and she heard him hit the ground. With Owl's foot on her back, Owl told her, "He's not worth saving." "How dare you! He was your son! All he wanted was your love!" Frosted Rose managed to get herself to turn around and shoot ice onto Owl's hands, binding her and giving Frosted Rose a chance to get away and recharge. Frosted Rose hid and Fire Storm landed beside her. He didn’t know what had happened but took one look at her and hugged her. “We need to stop her; the Element Repair may be the only way to save Trevor now." "You got it, Rose!" Andrew knew she was hurting, but they didn't have time for that now; they had to stop her. Metallic Owl fought like a mad woman, saying that once she got her hands on the Elements she would rebuild her family with a son who wouldn’t betray her and a husband who never got sick. Her fighting style became illogical and soon she was quickly overtaken by the two heroes; the betrayal of her son seemed to weaken her. Once they had her trapped, they took the ring back and removed the pin that held the Element of Mineral. After that, the police took Trevor’s mother away. Frosted Rose promised to answer their questions but she had to check on Ice Raven who had been hurt in battle. Frosted Rose and Fire Storm landed next to Trevor. Frosted Rose looked at Trevor and took Fire Storm's hand. They held their hands out, and lights of pink, blue, purple and orange shot out from their hands. Trevor hardly moved. But he was breathing. Thankfully, when the police came, and the EMTs with them, they assumed Sophie had called them. Frosted Rose managed to keep it a secret that Trevor was Ice Raven. People were so shocked about the identity of Metallic Owl that they hardly noticed Trever being taken away in an ambulance. Trevor never did wake up. Penny sat with him all night, praying he would wake up. "Come on, Baby, I need you. I can't raise our little one without you. We can name them after your hero self like you wanted, please, just wake up." And with that plea, the heart monitor went silent. *** Andrew woke up to the girls crying. Pen seemed to wake to the noise too. “My dream?" Penny seemed shaken. "I think it had to be, I didn't have that many details." Each of them picked up one baby. "Sorry, that battle plays over and over again. I've pulled you into that dream before, haven't I?" She rocked Grace while Andrew changed Hope's diaper, and then they swapped. "Yeah, maybe." He blushed. "But I've pulled you into my last hours with Sophie before, so we will call it even." With a baby in each of their arms, they sat down on the couch. "You know, when yours comes we will be outnumbered." "Yeah, I guess we will. But it’s nothing we can’t handle together." Andrew couldn’t agree more and kissed her forehead. The world might judge them for moving on “so fast” but it was no different than what they had done all those years ago when they came back from Twin Crescents. They still loved Trevor and Sophie, and always would. But they also had never stopped loving each other, and this just felt right to heal together. *** So as their 25th birthdays came and went, they were parents to three under a year. The twins were almost one, but with only ten months between them and River, Andrew and Penny were definitely outnumbered. Shortly after River was born, Penny won the money she was owed from Trevor’s family. So Andrew and Penny got married in a small ceremony with only their parents present and moved to the little tourist town. Penny turned the store into a studio for her photography, which she called Blossom Pictures. Andrew ran the Shield Jazz Club, crediting Pen for the name because of one of her many nicknames for him. All five Elements were in the box that was put together once all five elements had been reunited. They kept the box in their house. Penny set up an email where people could request visits from the heroes and the Police could alert them if they needed their help again. They explained that Ice Raven and Mighty Mage had retired and would not be wearing the mask again, wanting to disappear. Rumours flew, but Penny and Andrew were gone so it didn't matter to them. They left Arcadia behind, fully committed to the new life in the little tourism town, and started over again together.

"I can't do this anymore." Ally sighed as she fell onto a park bench on her eighth walk this week. Work was driving her crazy. Her boss was the worst and she was over it all. She needed more than a break, she needed something new. But what? She needed a job, but could she afford to find a new one? She threw her head in her hands. She was out of tears and ideas. She wasn't sure how long she sat there before she looked up again, but when she did she jerked back. "Ahk! Hello!” "Hi!" a little girl with two perfect braids, freckles and missing teeth was smiling and waving at her. Ally looked around - where was this child’s mother? "Why are you sad?" the little girl asked. "I'm not..." Why was she trying to explain herself to a child? "Sometimes life is hard, kid, and you just have to make it work." "When I'm sad, I play!" the little girl said, like she had all the answers. "If only it were that simple." Ally sighed. "But it is! Come with me!" Before Ally could answer, the girl pulled her off the bench. She opened an umbrella, which Ally hadn't noticed she was carrying. It looked vaguely familiar... It was polka-dotted and clear. Ally had hardly finished processing that, when she realised they weren't at the park anymore…or at least, not her park. There were puddles everywhere and it was lightly raining. The little girl smiled her toothy smile. "Jumping in puddles is the best fun!" She clicked her heels; had she always had on rubber boots? Ally looked down at her own feet. When had she put on rubber boots? The little girl pulled on her hand. "Look, the rain has stopped! Come jump with me?" Ally held out her other hand and couldn't feel any rain, so she sighed and said, "Sure, kid, why not?" Hand in hand they jumped. They made an impressive splash - even Ally was surprised. When the water settled there was a little monster floating in the air by Ally's head. And the two of them where in a bedroom, "What in the world?" The little girl pulled on her hand again. "Come on!" They raced to another puddle that was in the corner of the bedroom and the splash was even bigger. This time they landed in a charming campground. Every puddle, another world to explore! An old apartment building, kingdoms, superhero worlds, and so many more places…. Ally's head was spinning. "Wait, please slow down! There is so much to explore.” The little girl looked at her with wide eyes. "I know! That's why I'm rushing! I don't have much time!" Ally gently pulled the girl to a stop. "You’re just a kid, you have lots of time." "No, I don't." The little girl was yelling. "I have to help take care of things, and none of the other kids play like I do! So I have to grow up." Tears fell down her face and her breath caught in her throat. Ally dropped to her knees and pulled the girl into a hug. "Oh ya sweet girl, I'm so sorry... I wish I could help" "Oh my gosh!" The little girl pushed free from the hug. “You can help!" Ally was taken aback, how could she help? "What do you mean? I don't even know you…." "Do you still write?" the little girl asked. How did she know that Ally used to write? "I mean, kinda…? School kind of stole my time, but ya, I have a few projects on the go. But I'm kinda hitting a wall with them." "Write these stories. And I can enjoy them." The little girl rocked back and forth in excitement. “I don't know…“ Ally sighed. "I don't think I'm that good…." "I bet you are better than you think. Please!” the little girl begged. Ally looked at the little girl. The more time they spent together and the longer she stared at her, the more familiar this child felt to Ally. Her hair, her freckles, her umbrella… "You're not just some kid I met at the park, are you?" The little girl shook her head. "Please explore the worlds and stories I don't have time for." Tears pricked at Ally's eyes and she nodded. “I will... I'll write those stories. And we'll enjoy them together.” The little girl clapped her hands, and together she and Ally walked up to a puddle and jumped in together.

For as long as I can remember, it's just been Dad and I. And for years he's been taking me to this community theatre show that does everything wrong. Girls take the traditional guy’s role and vice versa, but they still act seriously. Sometimes it has been hilarious, other times it has been horrible, but it is our special tradition. We always get popcorn and snacks and act like true theatre snobs. Don't worry, we are always polite to the people working there. We act like we are making notes, critiquing the show. It's some fun! I look forward to it every year. I might look forward to it more than Christmas! This year is going to be the story of Beauty and the Beast, and I can't wait. I'm bouncing with excitement at school. "Girl, what's got you all jumpy today?" my best friend Jenny asks as we sit down for lunch. "It's show weekend!" I smile so big my face hurts. Jenny gives me a look. "I thought I was at your house this weekend." "Oh no! I mixed up the weekends! I'll talk to Dad, he'll have an idea." I hope. *** I picked up supper on my way home from work. Winnie had texted me, saying Dad, we have a crisis! So I decided pizza was required for whatever waited for me at home. I walk into the house, preparing for the worst. "Winnie, I'm home!” I enter the kitchen to find Winnie sitting on the bar stool, staring at the calendar. “Kiddo? I brought pizza." "I messed up, Dad..." Her voice is heavy. I hadn't gotten a call from the school, any of her friends’ parents, or the police, so how bad could it be? "I doubt that."' I slide the box toward her. "Talk to me, Kiddo." "Jenny is supposed to be here this weekend." Oh, I understand now. "We're supposed to go to the show this weekend." "Well, we have two options." I start slowly as I open the box, trying to get her to eat. "We can either miss the opening weekend or go next weekend." Winnie opens her mouth to argue. I point to pizza. She rolls her eyes and grabs a slice. "Or, we take Jenny with us. I'm sure I can swing another ticket. She's basically your sister anyway." "You'd do that? But it's our thing, Dad." She looks at me, worried. I shrug, trying to make it look natural. "You’re in high school Winnie, things will change. Just wait till you bring a boy with us." I nudge her and she turns bright red. "Dad!" I laugh. "Okay but seriously, Kiddo, if you don't want Jenny to come with us, I'll call her mom and see if something else can be arranged. She is old enough to stay home alone for a weekend." Winnie gives me a look. Yeah, we both know Jenny's mom wouldn't go for that. "No, I think Jenny would like to go to the show if you don't mind sharing our tradition." "I'll make some calls." I grab a slice of pizza and pull out my phone. "You text Jenny to make sure wants to come." I head to the other room to call the ticket lady at the theatre. *** The week came to an end and before I knew it. Dad and I were picking up Jenny for the weekend and heading to the theatre. "So Jenny, where is your mom headed this weekend?" "Honesty Mr. T, couldn't tell ya. Something for business…and Dad is off on some holiday with his new girlfriend." She sighs, really heavily. I put my hand on Jenny's knee. Her dad left her family last year but her parents have split custody. But it seems like there is always a weekend when nobody is available. Jenny's mom is very strict that Jenny can’t be alone all weekend, so Dad offered our place. She gives me a smile. "But I'm so excited to join you guys. Thanks for getting the extra ticket, Mr.T!" "No worries, Jenny. Consider it a ‘welcome to the family’ gift." I won't tell Dad, but Jenny smiles a little brighter. We get to the theatre, and Dad and I start in on our bit. The kind Mrs. Elfie welcomes us in. Jenny gives me a look but says nothing. We get our snacks and find our seats. "So explain the act to me?" Jenny asks as we sit down. I feel my face flush. Did Jenny think Dad and I were foolish for this? Should I be embarrassed by it? "It's...it's just a thing Dad and I do... We've always done this." I look away, giving Dad a pleading look, hoping he would understand. *** Winnie looks at me, face red and maybe slightly mortified. I'm not going to lie, I was afraid of this. I'm not hurt; all those years ago when we started this, I was embarrassed, but the joy it gave her was enough. "It's okay, Win. If it makes Jenny uncomfortable we don't have to, but I'm going to make notes and we can share them later." I give her a smile, and she lets out a sigh and opens her own little notebook. Jenny looks at us with raised eyebrows but says nothing. *** The show had been amazing; I couldn't wait to break it down with Winnie. The girls and I head out of the theatre back to the car. Before we get there though, a bunch of actors rush Winnie and I, wanting to know how many stars we would give the show. I gesture for Winnie to give her rating. She glances at Jenny, but rather than being embarrassed, she shakes her head slightly and smiles brightly. "Five out of five stars, my favourite so far!" Then hands them her notebook and they all sign it. We head back to the car and drive back home. Once we get home, Winnie slips into the kitchen to make the girls a late-night snack. Jenny stands in the hallway, looking into the kitchen; then she glances back at me."What was all that at the theatre about, Mr. T?" “It's tradition. Winnie loves theatre, I write for the paper, so years ago we started pretending we were theatre critics. It was a good distraction. Sweet and silly, but until she tells me to stop, I'll keep it up." I smile. "Ah, sorry I made Winnie uncomfortable." Jenny looks down. "Winnie and I will talk after the weekend is done. You two should just enjoy your weekend." Jenny lets out a sigh and gives me a quick hug. "You are welcome to join our tradition anytime, Jenny." With that, I sit down and spend the evening listening to the girls laugh and make memories and traditions all their own.

Elias started his work day like any other. Check the supplies, make sure silverware was rolled, then go look over the books and see if they had any reservations for the day. "Oh nice, only one! For eight o’clock. Wonder when they booked it?" His finger followed the chart and he froze. "Eh! Ricky, come get a look at this!" His manager Ricky came wandering over. He looked where Elias was pointing. "Oh! Today is the day!" "What do you mean?" Ricky smiled. "This reservation is our restaurant's version of an urban myth. It was made 40 years ago. It's been in every training manual for managers, and we even have the original note." "Nobody thought it was a prank?" Elias asked as he checked the glasses. "Nope, it was a mom who came in with her daughter. She was quite insistent, so the story goes." Ricky shrugged and headed over to help a guest who had just come in. Elias shook his head. "Guess we'll see if anyone shows up." Elias thought about it all day. Why would some­one book a reservation 40 years ago? It’s not like this was a popular restaurant - it was a local joint. For big holidays, people booked six months in advance. But 40 years… And it was a mom? Was this some kind of love story moment where she booked it while she and her husband were in a bad spot, and she booked it in hopes that they would be together to celebrate? He laughed at that idea; life wasn't romcom. He couldn't wait to see what was going to happen. The day ticked by. Soon it was seven-thirty, so the table was set up. The whole staff waited on edge to see if anyone would show up. They'd even put bets on it. Elias stood at the host stand, watching as the minutes ticked down to eight o'clock. Then a woman walked in. Her eyes were red and puffy like she'd been crying. "Ma’am, may I help you?" She took a moment to pull herself together. "I’m about to ask you something crazy." “‘Do I have a reservation for 8 o'clock tonight?’" He said with a slight smile. She was taken aback. "Yes." She blinked a few times. “Is there really a reservation for tonight?” Elias picked up a menu. "Yep, it was made 40 years ago. Come, right this way." He led her to the table. "She really thought of everything..." the woman whispered. Elias pretended not to notice. "Long day?” He asked as she sat down. "Kinda…? It's my 45th birthday today. Please don't make a big deal about it," she added quickly. "Promise." He put his hand over his heart. "But, Happy Birthday," he whispered. "Thank you." She smiled. "But my mom set me on a crazy memory train from my childhood, and to places I haven't been since I was little." "Oh, that seems wonderful." Elias could see how that could make someone emotional. "The crazy part is, Mom has been gone for over 30 years... She was sick and yet she planned something for my 45 birthday…." "Maybe she knew you'd need something special this year." "Yeah, maybe she did." The woman smiled softly. And Elisa left her to look over the menu. Throughout the evening, he kept meaning to get back to her table to see how she was doing, but he was always too busy. With luck, he just happened to be at the hostess stand when she was paying. "How was everything?" he asked, like she was any other customer. "Wonderful. I will need to come back." She smiled as she reached for her wallet to pay. "We hope you do." After she paid, he pulled out a small box. "I saw you didn't get dessert, and it is your birthday, so…here." He handed her the box. "It's our classic cookie - on the house." She looked at the box like she wanted to argue. "Thank you." And with that, she left. Elias watched her go. What a crazy story, and he had gotten to play a small part in it.

Three years later... School started up again in a few weeks. Sophie sat in Penny's small office in the local studio where she’d taken up a residency for the time being. She liked having a private space for photo shoots when she did people rather than nature. The girls were enjoying one of the last peaceful weekends they had left. "Penny, I am going to start making my wedding dress." "WHAT! Did I miss something?" Penny’s eyes opened so wide it looked like she just might lose them. "What? Girl, no!" Sophie laughed. "I told Andrew last night that I want to get my degree with his last name, so he'd better get moving." "Sophie! What if he had plans and you rushed him?" Pen shook her head. "Hey, I've got one more year of school left, and I'd like my professional name to be my married name... So I gave him a push." Penny couldn’t believe her friend. Andrew must be stressed. "Oh, Sophie..." Penny sighed, and Sophie laughed at Penny's response. "Poor Andrew." "Eh, he'll get over it." Sophie shrugged. She was a busy girl. She didn't have her whole life to wait for him. "Should I drop a hint to Trevor?" Sophie winked. "Sophie, no! Trevor could still have more school left! I don't want to rush him into anything." Penny busied herself looking in her location booking, picking places to take Andrew and Sophie’s engagement and wedding photos. "You want him to though, don't you?" Sophie teased. "Well, duh! I'd rather be his wife than look for a new roommate after you and Andy get married! But he said the wedding would be a distraction... So I don't push. And he's still undecided if he’s just doing his bachelor's or getting his masters." Sophie's phone started dinging. "Well, maybe Andrew putting a ring on my finger will help him decide. I'll come by next week to see what design you have come up with, but right now I got to run! My adviser just messaged me; she’s got an internship for me to look at." Sophie beelined for the door. "I hope it's the one with Nadine!" Pen giggled as her friend ran out her studio door. Nadine was her favourite local designer and was in high demand for internship placements. But Nadine and Sophie had a working history so everyone was hopeful. Pen… Andrew called to her. Yes, Andrew? She giggled. What do I do now!!! She could hear his panic. You propose as you have planned? Sophie will love it. Then get married in November at the start of reading week like you'd been thinking. She kept looking at photos and already planning suggestions for the couple. But now it doesn't feel special. Penny could feel the weight of his sadness. Oh Andy, of course it will. You have her whole family there and yours. Heck, you even invited mine because you want to celebrate. She closed her book, giving him her full attention. Thanks, Pen. I needed that. You're still going to film for me, right? She could partially feel him smiling from here. Duh! Trevor can't be trusted not to break down. She laughed loud enough that the desk clerk looked over at her. *** Two weeks later it was family day at the Art Gallery. It was a great way to end the summer, and Andrew had Sophie's dad save them the spot by the Unity Candle Display. Back to where it all started. She's going to say yes, right? Stop worrying! Pen shot him a look as she set up her phone to record. Sophie and her twins brothers had been looking at the display. "You know guys, this is where I asked Andrew on a date. Thanks to Penny and Trevor." "Really?" The boys turned to look at her; they were 16 now and dating - about the same age as Andrew and Sophie had been when they started dating - so maybe they hoped to get some tips from this story. Andrew listened in. "Well, Andrew basically set up Trevor and Penny in one smooth line, and after Trevor offered to take Penny on a date, I took my shot and asked Andrew on a date." Sophie turned to see him watching her. "I love hearing you tell people that you asked me out." He smirked and kissed her cheek. "I think I want to hear you tell it for the rest of our lives." Taking Sophie's hand, he got down on one knee. "Sophie, would you do me the favour of marrying me?" He opened the small box holding a ring that had a small black pearl in the centre. "Oh, Andrew! Yes! Yes! YES!" She pulled him to his feet and kissed him. "Sophie! Don't you want your ring?" He laughed breathlessly. "Oh! Yes please!" He slipped it on her finger. Three months later Andrew took his bride's hand. Listening to the pastor talk, he quickly glanced at Pen. You did well Andrew. He watched her eyes then wander to Trevor. You too, Penny, you too. He looked back to Sophie, and he took her in again. The dress she’d made had been a perfect fit. It was a simple silhouette that hugged her body like a glove. Then it was covered in lace and sparkles. She was beautiful. His heart was happy. "You may now kiss the bride." Andrew pulled his wife in close and kissed her for all the world to see. After the pictures were taken - with Penny giving her assistant Jeremy countless instructions - they had dinner, and then it was time for speeches. Trevor and Pen stood hand in hand, giving the best man and maid of honour speech. "Andrew and I grew up together and I met Sophie the same day I met Trevor. And I will never forget when the four of us all asked each other out." The crowd laughed. "That, however, started the four of us down the path we are on today. Sophie has helped me gain some confidence and helped me find my voice. I am grateful for her." "Andrew helped me to see the world for what it is, rather than what I thought it was. He was my friend and gave me a chance to ask my girlfriend out. Without him, I wouldn’t have the happiness I have." The four got up and shared a hug. Everyone cheered for the group of lovers. Five Months Later Leo, Trevor’s driver, sat on a chair in the back of his boss’s office; he never let Trevor meet alone with his mother anymore. Leo didn’t trust that woman. He used to live in the mansion with the family but had moved out after things started to make him wonder if his boss was on the up and up. On top of that, she treated her own son as a stranger, refused to get to know her son's girlfriend, and didn’t support her son’s dream of being a teacher or a writer. Leo knew Trever’s father would have supported him, but he was barely hanging on in the hospital. So someone had to look out for the boy and it was going to be him. "Mother, I came to ask you about Father’s other family ring. He said I could use it for Penny, but you know he can’t leave the hospital. Now that I have graduated, I want to marry Penny before I start my new job at Arcadia High." "No." She didn't even look up at her son. "What do you mean, ‘no’? It’s Dad’s ring! He said I could have it, you can’t keep it from me!" Trevor looked at Leo. Leo could only nod sadly. "I allowed you to become a teacher, hoping it would knock some sense into you. I will not let you use your grandfather's ring on some useless restaurant girl," she snapped. “‘Useless restaurant girl?’ Mother, she’s a business owner, just like you! She has a company that sells prints around the world, and has worked hard to employ others!" Trevor shouted. The driver flinched. Trevor hardly yelled at his mother; then again, Trevor was never home these days. "Look, Trevor. We are not having this conversation. You're not using your grandfather's ring to marry that girl, and if you marry that girl I will disown you. Now get out and think about what I've said." She never looked up, just worked on the contract in front of her. "Mother, her name is Penny, and I love her with every bone in my body." Trevor took a deep breath as if he was calming himself. Likely something Penny had helped him with. "So whether you like it or not, whether you help or not, I will marry her. So go ahead and disown me. You've never been there for me before; why would I think you would start now!" He turned and walked out. Leo got up and followed him out. Waited till they were outside the house where he knew his mother couldn't see them. "Trevor, wait." "I'm not going back in there to apologize. Don't make me." Leo cringed. Trever had every right to say that; Leo did use to make Trever do exactly that. "Trevor, I'm not even going to suggest that. Here, take this with you." Leo handed him a yellow folder. Trevor raised an eyebrow at him. "Hey, I’m not just a driver, you know. I have a friend in the courthouse who helped me start the application to change your last name from your mother's to your father's. Why she insisted you have her last name, I’ll never know. I also talked to your school and asked them to put a pause on printing your degree. And I’ve called your bank and gotten the paperwork to get your mother removed from your account. I will be contacting your father's estate about this disowning of your business. Oh, and because I work for your father first and your mother second, I need to make sure his wishes are met. So take this." Leo tossed Trevor a small box. Trevor caught the box. He already knew what it was; he’d looked at this ring box so many times. He just stared at Leo, then hugged him tightly. "Thank you. So much." "I should have been in your corner years ago. Also, here…" He handed him a card. "It's my address; I will be quitting once I get all your matters settled, so bring Penny over sometime. I’d love to have dinner with both of you, maybe even help her business." All Trevor could do was nod and walk away. Four Months Later Trevor stood on the steps of Arcadia High at the end of his first day as a teacher. It was raining, but the sun was out so it was very picturesque. His girlfriend was walking down the sidewalk toward him with a bright yellow umbrella over her head, still too far away to have seen him. She looked beautiful. The ring in his pocket suddenly felt heavy. He had this big romantic event planned for the weekend, yet this moment felt perfect. Jeremy stepped out the door beside Trevor; he was working as the art teacher at the school as well as being Penny’s assistant for big events. Trevor grabbed his arm. "Hey Jeremy, you have your camera on you?" he spoke softly. "Always, why?" Facing away from Penny, Trevor pulled out the ring and put a finger to his lips. "Would you help me out? I'll pay you for any work you do on the photos." "Help you make her dream come true, no need to pay me. Let me set this up for you. Go, be out of sight." Jeremy shooed him away. Clearly, this wasn’t his first engagement photo shoot. Trevor watched Jeremy saunter over to meet Penny. "Hey, boss lady! Long time no see!" "Oh, Jeremy! Hey! I forgot you worked here!" "Yeah, only till freelancing pays the bills. Anyway, with the rain and the sunlight and your lovely outfit, I was wondering if I could take a few photos of you for my class to show contrast?" "Oh yes, of course, Jeremy!" She blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Perfect, face that way." He pointed away from where Trevor was and then gestured for Trevor to come closer. He took a few photos of Trevor behind her. "Now turn and face the other way." Her eyes lit up when she made eye contact with him. "Trevor, is this..." "Penny, I have loved you for years now, you are my partner in so many ways. I love you so much and I want to share my life with you." He smiled. "Will you marry me?" Penny dropped her umbrella and fell into his arms. "Of course, I'll marry you!" They made eye contact, sharing the secret, knowing that Trevor was giving up the family he had left for her. And she kissed him, telling him she was his family now. They got married on New Year's Eve. Trevor's mother didn't show and no one cared. His driver stood in as Trevor's parent. Penny wore her mother's old dress with a few modern twists, thanks to Sophie. Trevor wore an old suit of his; they kept it simple. Penny took a quick glance at Andrew. We did it, didn't we? Yeah Pen, we did. Andrew gave her a smile. As the new couple kissed, their lives opened to the next phase.