Well, here it is...the final piece to this tale. I hope you find it to be a cute and sweet and utterly perfect way to end things. Big shoutout to Nicole4211 for helping me hash out my ideas and checking over my work and for just generally being awesome! Love you!

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FROM THE HEART

Epilogue

"Lyon..."

His eyes fluttered open at her call, and he found Lucy hovering over his body. With a sleepy grin, he pulled her down on top of him, ignoring her shriek of surprise, and kissed her full on the lips.

A giggle slipped from Lucy's mouth as she pulled back. "Hey sleepy head..."

"Hey yourself," he hummed, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and burying his face in her neck.

Lucy laughed again as he pressed his lips to her pulse, and she pushed his head back. "None of that, mister. It's time for dinner."

"Can't I just have dessert?" Lyon gave her an appreciative smile and tried to draw her back in. "I've been such a good boy."

"Yes you have," she agreed with a slow nod as she slid from his lap. "But you know...you really shouldn't skip dinner. Cause you're definitely going to need your strength later."

Lyon's eyes widened with interest, and he grinned. "Is that right?"

"Mhmm..." she hummed and turned to head back to the kitchen. "Now why don't you go get the kids."

The silver-haired man watched in rapt fascination as she walked away, enjoying as he always did that subtle sway of her hips. He could never get enough of that woman.

He waited for her to leave his view, and then stood to his feet and headed upstairs. He found the kids in the play room, the two oldest arguing over a toy while the youngest of the group sat at a table coloring. The sight was always a welcome one, and he couldn't resist a grin at the picture they made.

"Okay guys, Mama says it's time for dinner."

His voice brought their heads up, and all at once his two boys started talking, each trying to out-talk the other. He chuckled, raising a hand to halt the flow of sound. "First off, I can't hear either of you when you're both talking," he said, then shook his head when they both tried to explain again. "And second, it's time to eat, so there's no sense in arguing about it anymore."

Their shoulders slumped, their little heads bobbing at his words. "Alright Dad," the oldest muttered as he left the room, followed closely by his seven-year old brother.

Lyon sighed, then turned to his youngest. "You ready, princess?"

"Yep!" Lacey chirped and shoved several silver strands of hair from her face. "Me and Michelle are both ready."

He waited for her to grab her favorite doll from the seat beside her, and then she tottered toward him. A glance down at her feet revealed the reason for her unsteady gait, and he had to laugh at the sight of Lucy's high heels swallowing up his daughter's small feet. "I see you've found Mommy's shoes again."

"Don't I look pretty?" she asked happily, her smile every bit as bright as her mother's.

"Yeah baby," he chuckled as he scooped her up into his arms and headed downstairs. "You look pretty as a picture."

They slipped into the kitchen a minute behind the boys and found the table set and Lucy waiting patiently for them. "Oh what is this?" Lucy laughed.

"I'm like you, Mommy!" Lacey clapped her hands happily, somehow managing to keep the shoes attached to her feet as Lyon set her down.

She clomped over to her mother, and then Lucy lifted her up into her seat. "You sure are," she said with a grin.

Lyon and Lucy slid into their own spots just as the boys started arguing again, this time about who was getting the biggest piece of chicken, and it escalated quickly, with the younger of the two giving the older a quick shove.

"Lukas! Dammit...Lane!" Lucy fussed, then sighed and turned to Lyon. "Why did we go with L for all of their names?"

Lyon laughed at his wife's frustrated expression as Lacey shouted, "Mommy said a bad word!"

"Mom! I didn't do anything! He pushed me!" nine-year old Lukas said with a glare at his brother.

"I know...I know," Lucy assured, then frowned at their middle child. "Lane, you apologize to your brother right now. You don't push people."

The blonde-haired boy sighed, then grudgingly mumbled a quick apology. Not liking his effort, Lyon sent him a hard look, and Lane's shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry for pushing you, Lukas."

"Much better. Now, since the two of you were fighting over it, how about we give the biggest piece to your sister," Lyon suggested, earning twin pouts from his sons.

"Yay!" Lacey cheered, reaching her still pudgy hands forward for it.

Lucy smiled at the little girl and then handed over her prize. Lane and Lukas sighed dramatically then eyed each other again before launching themselves at the plate of chicken. Their sudden movement had the table wobbling, and Lucy and Lyon rushed to grab hold of everything before anything could tip over.

"Boys! Settle down!"

The sharp call sent them both back into their seats, their expressions sheepish but their hands full, and Lucy shook her head in disbelief at Lyon. "Sweet Mavis..."

He couldn't help it. The scene so reminded him of himself at that age, of the way he'd battled with Gray over everything, that he laughed. He could still remember Ur constantly ready to pull her hair out, and Lucy was the very picture of that, her face etched with exasperation at their equally competitive sons.

His blonde wife glanced over at him like he was losing his mind, and he threw up his hands in apology. "Sorry sweetheart. Just reminded me of something."

Her lips quirked, and she arched a brow. "You and Gray?"

"Yeah, maybe just a little."

"Ha! A little? They're like carbon copies of you two," she fired back, her lips curved into a full-blown smile. "I guess you're getting a taste of your own medicine now."

Lyon had to laugh, cause boy she was right. All those things he'd done in the past, all the ways he'd annoyed and harassed his foster mother with Gray was coming back to bite him in the ass. He supposed he deserved it. Then again, so did Gray, and with four little rugrats of his own, his dark-haired brother was surely getting the worst of it.

"I'm like Uncle Gray?" Lane asked with a wide grin. His hands flew into the air in celebration. "YAY!"

"Yeah, but I'm like Dad. And that means I'm gonna kick your butt!" Lukas taunted, unconsciously throwing his shirt to the side.

Lucy groaned. "Lukas, put your shirt back on and stop telling your brother than you're going kick his butt."

The silver-haired boy blew out a bored breath and slid from his chair. "Mom, it's just going to come off again. Why can't I just leave it off?"

"Because that is not what a well-behaved young man is supposed to do."

"Besides, it might scare away the ladies," Lyon explained with a wink.

Lane studied him for a minute, then said, "But Mom still likes you, and you strip all the time."

Lyon opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when a thought came to mind. His lips edging up in a smirk, he said, "That's because Mom likes it when I str-"

His words were sharply cut off as his wife's hand came down over his mouth. "Lyon! Don't say that in front of the kids!" She turned to them with a nervous smile, and said, "It's because Mommy loves Daddy, and so she puts up with him doing that kind of stuff."

Lyon shot her a look, his brow arching up in amusement. "Puts up with it, huh? I seem to remember you saying that you loved that about me. Let's see if I can remember how you put it. Oh right...makes it easier to get me into b-"

Once again Lucy shut him up, this time with a glare. "You sure you want to finish that?"

A sudden burst of giggles had them turning to their kids, and Lyon couldn't help but grin as Lukas pointed at him. "Oh you're in trouble now!"

"Yeah, Mama's gonna kick your butt!" Lane added, prompting Lacey to throw her hands up to her mouth and laugh. "No kisses for you, Daddy!" she chirped.

"Uh oh...we can't have that!" Lyon crowed, winging his eyebrows up in mock fear. He reached for Lucy, shaking his head and muttering, "Only one thing to do now."

With that, he pulled her forward and dropped his mouth over hers, ignoring the laugh that spilled from her lips. He drew back after only a moment and chuckled when he found his boys waving their hands in front of their faces, twin shouts of "Ew!" spewing from their lips.

Lucy swatted at Lyon in reprimand, but it was a paltry attempt with a smile bursting across her face. "Okay, okay...enough of that. Eat up. It's getting late, and you all have school in the morning."

"Aww man!" Lukas griped, sinking lower in his seat. "Do we hafta go?"

Lane however threw his fist up into the air. "I can't wait to see Aunt Levy!"

Lyon eyed his eldest with a grin, knowing full well the boy had a small crush on his own teacher. "You're not excited to see Aunt Mira, Lukas?"

"N-No..." Lukas went red in the face at his father's question, and before his mother could warn him, his shirt went flying again, this time landing on Lacey's head. The little girl laughed, finding the whole game funny, and threw it back at him.

"Your shirt honey," Lucy said absentmindedly, before turning to Lyon with a glare.

Lyon knew that look, a silent warning not to tease their son about his crush, and he also knew what he'd be sacrificing if he thought to go against her. He bobbed his head quickly and was rewarded with a pleased smile before his wife turned in Lacey's direction. "You ready for your first day, sweetie?"

"Yep!" she cheered, brandishing her chicken leg like a wand. "I wanna see Aunt 'Sanna!"

They continued on for another hour, alternating between eating and talking about their upcoming day, and before long, Lucy and Lyon were tucking the kids into bed and headed back down the hall. The silver-haired man knew his wife would be making a beeline for the kitchen, but as they passed their room, he reached out and pulled her to a stop.

She turned with a knowing look, and Lyon smirked. "Come here."

He tugged her into their room, and Lucy laughed as his shirt went sailing to the side. "Lyon, I still need to clean the kitchen."

"We'll do it later," he hummed, pressing his lips to her neck and easing the strap of her tank top off her shoulder.

A breathy laugh filtered up from her mouth. "That's what you said last time, and the dishes ended up sitting there all night."

Lyon didn't bother responding. He could already feel her resistance fading, her body relaxing into his touch just like it always did. Ten years into their marriage, and nothing had changed. The fire still burned between them, still ignited his insides like nothing else ever had, and he couldn't imagine that ever changing.

It took Lyon almost no time to divest his beautiful wife of her clothes and even less to rip off his own, a talent he silently thanked his magic for. Quite frankly, it had to be the best gift ever when Lucy was naked and giving him that come get me grin like she was now.

He gazed down at her lean form, admiring the extra curve she'd gained to her hips after having their children. She was still so damn sexy to him, maybe even more than she'd been before. It seemed like every day brought a new appreciation for her, one that he knew would never quit, never wane. She was his light, his home, and on nights like this...his greatest addiction.

A grin skittered across his face as he reached for her, yanking her into the front of his body and dropping his mouth down roughly over hers. She came with a gasp, then moaned as his tongue thrust between her lips. God, he loved how she responded to him, even after so much time together. Even after so many times making love, she still trembled at his touch...and it still sent his heart racing.

With a low growl, Lyon pushed Lucy past the bed, crowding her against the wall instead. She groaned as he pressed himself against her, threading her hands in his hair in that sex way she always did. Their kiss was fierce, full of heat and need, the kind that wouldn't be sated with a sweet bout of lovemaking. No, this was the kind that begged for release,at the end of a hard fast fuck, and Lyon was more than ready for it.

The week had been too long, too busy, and he had missed the pleasure of his wife's body. He needed her, needed to feel her hot and tight around him, needed to hear her cry out his name in the throes of passion.

His hands slid down her body, over her perfectly rounded ass, and he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist almost instantly, and Lyon nearly groaned as she ground wantonly against his throbbing length. God, she felt so good...

He wanted inside her bad, wanted to slide between her legs and lose himself in her warmth. He couldn't wait, couldn't bear another moment without her. He drew back enough to look at her as he guided a hand between their bodies, and thanked the heavens when he found her damp with desire. He slipped a finger between her moist folds, stroking over her clit in small circles until she was breathing hard and grinding down on his hand.

"Lyon please..."

Her plaintive cry sent a dark thrill through him, and in one smooth motion, he removed his hand and thrust into her waiting heat. He stilled just inside, taking that single moment to relish in the feel of her gripping him so tightly, in the feel of her walls pulsing around him.

He eased out of her, pressing a fiery kiss to her mouth as he drove himself back inside. She clenched at him hungrily, her body greedy for his, and he was only too happy to oblige. He gave her everything he had, slamming into her silken depths with a vigor he rarely found for anything else, and before long she was crying out, her fingernails marking his shoulders in little half moons.

But he was far from done. He drew out her climax, pushing it to its very brink, and still he kept going. He pounded into her tight center, filling her with every inch of his arousal, and he cursed when he felt the first stirrings of his own release. He fought it down, wrestling it back into submission. He wasn't ready to quit just yet. He needed to see her fly apart just one more time.

Lucy sucked in a sharp breath as he angled his hips, dragging the flared head of his shaft across that special place inside her. She bucked against him, urging him on with a feral kiss and a guttural moan. It was one hell of a sex sound, one guaranteed to send his body out of control, and as he drove back into her, he knew it wouldn't be long.

She felt too good, too damn good... And moments later, with his release riding him hard, he brought her over the edge, and as she clamped down around him and cried out his name, he let go of the desperate hold he had on his body. It took only two more strokes for him to follow her, for his eyes to clench shut and his body to spill its pleasure inside her.

Unable to so much as lift their heads, they stayed like that for several long seconds, both still riding the high from their release, and then slowly, Lucy moved to look at him, her eyes soft as she dipped down and kissed him. A happy rumble sounded in Lyon's chest at the sweetness of her touch, and he drew them back away from the wall.

He walked them back to the bed and gently set her down on it, but Lucy didn't let him go. She pulled him down on top of her, then rolled until she was perched atop his body. She eased back on her heels and looked down at him, her expression tender, and then her hand was sliding along his body again, stroking his cock back to life before sinking down on top of him.

He groaned as she started moving, her hips rocking back and forth and her bountiful breasts swaying so temptingly. He reached for them, filling his hands with their fullness and teasing her hardened nipples. An erotic moan pulsed from her parted lips, and she arched her back, thrusting her chest out in a bid for more attention.

God, she was a sight, beautiful, sensual, the most incredible thing he'd ever laid eyes on, and as she continued to rise and fall over him, Lyon couldn't help but look back on their time together. They'd come so far in that time. They'd grown so much since that first kiss, since the first revelation of her feelings for him, and he could happily say that he wouldn't change a thing.

Lucy had slipped so quietly into his life, stealing the kiss that saved him so long ago, and then she'd turned everything upside down. She'd confounded him and excited him, and it hadn't taken long for him to fall for her, to fall so deeply in love that he could never find his way out. And he didn't want to.

He wanted this feeling for the rest of his days. He wanted to be consumed with her and consumed by her until the day he died, and that's just what would happen if he had any say in the matter.

He had it all now - the life he'd always wanted, the life he'd dreamed of that first night spent beside her, and he wouldn't change a thing. Not the long sleepless nights when her team was out on overnight jobs, not the endless diaper changes and bottle feedings at 2 am, not even the petty fights that occasionally came to call. He wouldn't change a single thing about their life together, because this was about as close to perfect as a man could get.

A beautiful, loving wife, wonderful, adoring kids, a home, a family, friends...he had it all, and he wouldn't trade it away for anything. He was happy, completely and wholly, for the first time in his life, and it was all because of his brave little wife.

She had changed it all, his mind, his heart, and now, they had one hell of a story to tell their kids...one that started with a stupid love spell and a sneaky little blonde.

A/N: Well, this is it. The end. Fin. It's kind of sad for me. Of course I always get sad when it's time to say goodbye to one of my stories. I sincerely thank you all for reading, and I truly hope that you liked this story and that you'll take a moment to give me your thoughts on the end.

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