Disclaimer: Guess what-I still don't own anything.

A/N: This is a very very short chapter.

Rafe got into the car in the parking lot. "This is it. I'm taking my family home. My home," he said with a smile on his face. Lucy and everyone else had worked so hard the past three days to get the house ready for them. And now it was time, he pulled the car around to where Alison and their daughter were waiting. "Alright, my lady. Your chariot awaits," he said getting out to help her put the car seat in right.

"This feels weird."

"What does?"

"That they let us leave the hospital with her. Rafe, we're parents. She's our responsibility," she said as she then went to stare out the window. "Rafe, we're going the wrong way."

"No we're not. We're going home," he said with a smile on his face.

"Home? But there's nothing in the--," she stopped in mid-sentence when she realized what they must have done. "You knew, didn't you? You knew what they were doing."

"Ian promised you on Christmas that we would be in the house when we brought Angel home. He kept his promise, Alison," he said as he pulled into the driveway. She grabbed the diaper bag as he got Angel's car seat out. She waited for him to get to the door before opening it. As she turned on the light she saw that a banner had been made saying 'Welcome Home Kovich's'. There was a vase of pink roses on the kitchen counter, and next to it was a picture frame. Alison looked at the picture and realized it was the photo Lucy had taken that day at the hospital. There was also a note,

'Hope you love the new house. Call when you're ready for visitors.

All our love,

Ian, Lucy, Elizabeth, Jack, and Jamal'

She then went with Rafe into the baby's room. They placed Angel in the bassinette, covering her with the pink blanket that had been sent down from above. Watching her sleep, Rafe put his arms around his wife's waist, "This is it Alison. We have everything we've ever wanted right here," he said as he nuzzled his face into her hair and made a mental picture of this moment.