A/N--So this is the end of Bringing Back Hallie!  Took me forever to get it finished, but I have to say that I'm in love with this adorable little ending I've given it :) I hope you're happy with it too and can leave me some awesome comments.  Also, this chapter somewhat sets up my new story about a cute little fashion blogger and one of the characters from this story, which I haven't started writing yet but should soon.  You should all keep an eye out for it ;) So I hope you like this and the story as a whole! You guys are awesome :)

"He's my boyfriend! Give me a turn for Christ's sake!" I yell at my mom as she doesn't let Ethan out of her maternal grasp. I'm not going to lie, I do find it quite strange how close my mom and Ethan have become ever since we got together two years ago. I think it's because she pretty much sees him as a son now, seeing as how he practically lives with us when he's not gone doing his music thing. 

Ethan looks at me over my mom's shoulder and gives me a cute little wink, as if he's reassuring me that he's not going to leave me for my mother or something. But he doesn't let her go, as if he's in on annoying me just as much as my mom is.  

Little booger.  

It's only been two weeks since I've seen him, but still. When you get used to having someone you love around you constantly and then have them whisked away to New York for talk show gigs and CD signings, it sucks. Big time. 

After the extremely successful tour with my dad, Ethan's career exploded. One year after, he has one extremely successful first album, along with a very hyped-about sophomore album coming out in just a couple of months. His videos are played all the time on the country television station, as well as his one crossover song doing extremely well on VH1. People recognize him on the street constantly, and I've learned that nothing will stop his rabid fans from pushing me out of the way to get to him. 

But I can't blame them, honestly. The dude's spectacular. And it's reinforced once again just how truly amazing he is when he finally drops my mother's grasp and then hurries over to me. He swirls me up in his arms, planting a quick kiss on my forehead before just holding me against him. God I've missed him. I'd just gotten used to having him around me all the time (his work luckily kept him Nashville for about five months) and then I was forced to say goodbye. 

I'd gotten spoiled. 

When we pull apart my mom says, "Alright! So now that he's back, I'm going to go run to the store and get stuff for our big spectacular dinner. Sound good?" 

And I love her in that moment, because I know she's just giving Ethan and I alone time. My sister and my dad are spending the day at a shooting range in town-since she's now at a dating age, my dad's getting a bit overprotective-so Ethan and I are going to have at least an hour together. She's so awesome. 

My mom and I are super close now, ever since I've calmed down. I haven't gotten drunk in quite some time, and I only ever have drinks occasionally if Ethan and I are out at dinner-I am legal now, thank God-or if we're at some banquet thing or a fancy music party. But that's it. And, like doing that had waved some magic wand over the roof of our house, my home life is pretty damn fantastic. I no longer hate coming down to dinner and I can have these awesome girl movie nights with my mom and Darla and pig out on Ben and Jerry's.  

It sounds pretty lame, I know, but it makes me happy. 

I'm extremely happy with how my life is going right now, and that's something I never thought I'd say in a million years. 

My mom asks, "Oh hey, you want to invite Jesse and Mackie to dinner tonight? They haven't been over in a while." 

"Sure, I'll text em," I tell her, loving how my mom approves of my friends now and never hesitates to invite them over. Mackie has been dating my ex-crush for about six months now, and they're one of the cutest couples I've ever seen in my life. She's blonde and perfect, gorgeous enough to have an extremely successful run as a makeup and hair blogger, but sweeter than anyone I've ever met. And when you pair that with Jesse's quiet broodiness, it's an opposite reaction that's beyond perfect. 

As for Fred and Jeanie, well, I haven't heard from them in quite a while. A couple weeks after the huge Fred mishap, Jeanie rushed over to my house and pretty much gave me hell for "seducing" her boyfriend. She left the minute that Darla, my little bitty sister mind you, gave her absolute hell and used some words that I still don't think my dad knows she knows.  

Haven't heard from her since, and I can't say I'm too sad about that.  

"Awesome," my mom says, grabbing her bag off of the hook and throwing it over her shoulder. "I'll see y'all in an hour or so, alright?" 

"Yes ma'am," Ethan says, grabbing onto me from behind and wrapping his arms around my waist. Damn I love him. He's my anchor, I swear to God. I don't know what I'd do without him.  

"Bye y'all," she says with a sly little wink, before opening the door to the bright Nashville sun and then stepping out. 

The minute she's out the door, I turn around in my man's arms and loop my arms around his neck, having missed him more than anything. He grins at me, his white teeth as perfect as ever, before pressing his lips to mine. He tastes just as delicious as he did two weeks ago, and just seconds into the kiss I'm finding it extremely difficult to keep his clothes on him.  

His hands slide up the underneath of my shirt, leaving hot sensations everywhere his skin touches, but before he can pop open my bra like the booger always does when we're making out, he reluctantly pulls away. I pout dramatically at the loss of contact and demand, "What the hell, dude?" 

He chuckles at my wording, just like always, before he says, "I got you a lil something while I was gone. It's in my truck." 

My body smiling at how sweet he is, I grab at his belt loops and pull his hips to mine. Not caring that I'm being totally shameless about wanting him, I say, "I love you and I'm sure I'll love the present. But we can do that after reunion sex?" 

He grins mischievously, and I know that he loves how much of a sexual deviant I'm being. He's voiced his appreciation of my eternal horniness for him countless times, so I don't know why he's trying to deprive himself of that right now. He pulls away from me, the jack ass, before shaking his head and saying, "Nah. Can't be in the truck much longer." 

"Fine," I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. "But you better hurry." 

He laughs at my ridiculousness, before squeezing my hand, saying "yes ma'am" and then darting back out of the house. Damn it.  

I literally got him back like two seconds ago, I want to jump him like a mad woman, and he's got to pause for present time? Like I love him so much for getting me things, he's a fucking awesome boyfriend, but I have needs. We've been sleeping together since that huge dramatic day at LSU, so for two years now, and since he's gone half the time, I go a bit crazy when he's home. I'm aware. But still, the little shit should be appreciative that he's got a girlfriend who's just as eager to get into the sack as he is.  

He's so goddamn ann-and that thought's cut short when the front door opens and the most adorable little puppy darts across the wooden floors, making a beeline for me. My heart literally stops in my chest when I see him, and like a moth to a flame I lean down and swoop him into my arms. With my crazy knowledge of dogs, I know that I'm holding a little puggle in my arms. Half pug, half beagle, full-fledged cute as hell. Oh my God. Oh my God. 

"Who are you, little man?" I coo at him, scratching away at behind his ears. He's so cute. So cute. My heart is about to explode onto the floor he's so cute. 

"This is Bunco," Ethan says, walking through the front door looking...nervous? What? Why's he nervous? Is he going to take the dog away from me and he's anticipating my freak out on him or something? He knows the hole that's been in my heart ever since we had to put Darko down a year ago, and my apprehension at getting a new puppy because I didn't want to replace him. But Ethan knows me, and he knows that I'll love any little puppy that walks into my arms and want to keep him forever and ever.  

"I get to keep him, right?" I ask, not knowing if it'll be physically possible for me to let the little guy out of my arms now that he's in them. 

He chuckles, "Duh, Hallie. I'm smart enough to know that if I give you a puppy, you're going to have to keep him." 

And this right here people, is why this guy is so perfect. 

I squeal, curling the hyper puppy into my arms and letting him lick away at right underneath my chin. "Ethan, I fucking love you," I tell him sincerely, scratching the puppy's back and thinking about all of the toys I'm going to get him, all of the awesome walks I'm going to take him on. It's going to be perfect. 

Ethan doesn't reply with an "I love you too" like he normally does, instead, like the weirdo he is, he asks me, "Do you like his collar?" 

"Huh?" I ask him dumbly, lifting the puppy from the crook of my neck and looking down at his collar. And that's when I see it. A gorgeous circle-cut diamond ring, a ring that's so beautiful I don't even know how to describe it other than "holy shit". It's one huge circle diamond in the middle, surrounded by a ring of smaller diamonds, and the sparkle coming from it could probably light a while town. 

I can feel my jaw drop, my whole body stilling, when I realize what this is. What Ethan's doing. Why this gorgeous ring is hanging from my new puppies ring, right next to the nametag that says Bunco.  

And when I hurriedly look away from the dog and to Ethan, my eyes as wide as that ring is beautiful, I see that he's taken a position on the floor.  

One knee down, one knee up.  

"Hallie Hinton," he starts, and immediately I feel tears spring into my eyes because I know how he is with words. Why he's won awards and why his songs are so popular. And I just know that this is going to be the sweetest thing I've ever heard in my life.  

He continues, "I've thought you were beautiful ever since I laid eyes on you, and I've been in love with you ever since I woke up after a nap and saw you giggling at the iFunny app on your phone next to me." I can't help but laugh out loud, just thinking how that one statement fits our entire relationship so well.  

"You're the most immaturely mature person I've ever met in my life, you talk and eat like a thirteen-year-old boy, you take the covers at night and half the time I just want to push you on the floor...but I love you more than anything in this world. You're absolutely hilarious, and I love how you'll force me to go ride go-carts with you, but you're also more than happy to spend all day doing nothing because I'm so tired. I honestly can't picture myself with anyone but you, you make me happier than I ever thought I could be...and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." 

And just like I thought, tears are streaming down my cheeks and splashing onto my poor new puppy, which won't stop wriggling in my arms. But I just can't take my eyes off of the guy kneeling on my floor, looking like he's two seconds from throwing up because he's so nervous. He's so beautiful though, with his floppy light brown hair and his gorgeous blue eyes. With his pure-as-gold heart and his winning smile. With every little thing about him. He's perfect. Perfect for me.  

And I don't want anyone but him. 

For the rest of my life. 

So that's why, when he asks me the question, I say yes.

--Oh, and sorry about any little typos.  I got the idea and got really excited so I breezed through it and then got so excited about posting it that I couldn't wait.  So yeah.  I'll go back and edit later!--