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THIS CHAPTER: THE FINALE...

"COMPLETELY"

The past few days had been magical for Nora and Jules. Patch had made sure everything was perfect for the little boy's arrival and in turn received extra affection from Nora. She had spent the last three nights in his room, curled tightly him. Unfortunately for him Jules kept materializing in their bed too. The little boy started next to Nora and somehow ended up between them, snuggled against both of them with his bear clutched in his arms.

Nora woke him every morning with soft touches and a kiss before sliding out of bed to make breakfast. He couldn't stay away from her for a long time and soon enough his hands would be sliding over her hips while she cooked. She didn't say anything at his incredible need to be close to her and she loved his constantly roaming hands.

Christmas was approaching quickly and Nora had been busy getting the house ready. She suddenly had to shop for gifts for Jules and they had to decorate. She had a little boy to spoil with Christmas memories and she was obsessed with making it perfect. The past few nights she had fell into Patch's arms and had fallen asleep within minutes. He was perfectly happy with it since it kept her in his bed.

Nora had been fretting over decorating their tree and had erupted in tears multiple times. Currently she was sitting in the middle of the floor with her hands buried in knotted lights bawling her eyes out. Jules was out with Rixon and Nathaniel, picking out the perfect trees. That's right, trees. Nora had decided to put small trees in each bedroom with a full-sized tree in Patch's suite. This suited his needs perfectly since he wanted to give Nora her gift in private.

Patch watched her for a few moments before sitting his glass on the end-table. He moved across the floor to stand beside her. Nora was still crying as she attempted to pull the tangles out of the string. He sat down beside her and unfurled her fingers from the string of lights and began untangling them himself.

Nora stopped crying and watched him silently as he maneuvered the string, untangling it slowly. She wiped her eyes and watched him roll the string up so it was perfectly manageable. He turned and rested it on the floor in front of her before sitting back and watching her. Her fingers reached out to touch the perfect string and she sighed quietly.

"Thank you," she whispered before turning and throwing herself into his welcoming embrace. He rubbed her back as she hugged him and he kissed her forehead gently. He fell back against the area rug and she tumbled with him rolling up beside him. He ran his fingers through her hair as she traced designs on his muscular chest.

"Look, I know you're crazy but you need to chill out. You are killing yourself Angel, and it's not worth it," Patch said.

"But it's his first Christmas!" Nora responded.

"I know but he would rather you be sane then sitting in the middle of the floor bawling your eyes out," Patch said softly. "And you know I can't stand your tears."

He rubbed her cheeks tenderly wiping away her stray tears. Her eyes held his in an unshakable gaze as if truly considering him as something more. He watched her through hooded eyes as she reached out to trace his face with feather-like touches.

"What's going on with you?" she asked softly. He froze beneath her as she stared at him. His hands were on her hips as she slid up his body.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you've been so different. You aren't dating or having sex and you're always home with me," she explained. "You're so patient suddenly and you're doing so much to make me happy."

"I've always tried to make you happy Nora," he replied.

"I can't believe you brought Jules home. Have I thanked you yet?" She asked.

"Yes, quite sufficiently. I didn't know you knew how to do that with your tongue," he said with a suggestive smirk. His fingers teased the skin above her jeans. She shivered under his fingers but then she realized he was merely distracting her from her questions.

He kissed her again and again as he tried to continue distracting her. His tongue darted out to taste her before breaking their kisses to settle against her neck. He nibbled along her jaw and she let out a breathy moan. He rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs, pressing kisses to the tops of her breasts.

"Patch, we need to talk...oh God, talk about...SHIT! Your behav...mmm," she rambled on as his fingers slid under her jeans. His fingers continued to move, stroking, teasing, she mumbled words incoherently. He caught his name a few times as he swept her higher and higher. They kissed deeply and passionately while he whispered promises against her neck. She didn't hear the words but Patch froze when he understood the meaning.

He wasn't just in love with her, he needed her. Simple understanding poured over him as he paused in his ministrations. He was totally and completely in love with Nora and had been for a very long time. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have wasted all this time? They could have been together for years instead of dating countless other people. He could have had her in his bed since that very first night when they came together.

Her hips shifted as she pleaded with him to continue his motions. He smiled with a Cheshire grin and began a slow, offbeat tempo with his fingers. She cried out and begged him to move faster, to give her more friction, to do anything necessary to push her over the edge. She was wild beneath him as she turned in his embrace, limbs flailing and lips parted. Patch intensified his assault on her body, sucking vigorously, stroking her thighs and buttocks while the fire of yet unquenched desire roared through her.

Patch hooked her left leg over his shoulder, and drove his tongue into her, twirling, teasing and sucking until she gripped his shoulders digging her nails in and let out a cry.

"Oh God, fuck Patch!" she yelled as he increased his motions. His tongue danced in, out and over her, firing an electrical storm throughout her body clear down to the bottoms of her feet and igniting a powerful surge in her molten core.

Patch gripped her hips and held her, and she let him have his way and exploded into orgasm.

He bit down on her neck gently as he knew she liked. She loved little nibbles and small bites from him and it sparked another need. Her legs latched over his thighs as she arched her hips against him.

Patch pressed inside her as she started to squirm again, working him deeper and deeper until he was all the way sheathed in her. She brought her knees up tightening and shifting around him then holding him still so they could absorb the moment of their connection.

"I need to move," he whispered huskily, sliding slowly out and then back into her. Nora moaned with delight as he did it again. Soon he was thrusting into her while she arched her hips to meet his every stroke. Nora couldn't believe she was already feeling the beginning of another orgasm when he quickened his pace, but then again this was Patch and he was an expert at playing her body. She pushed against each thrust trying to capture it. He pushed her knees up toward her shoulders, changing angles getting deeper yet causing another orgasm to slam through her. Every time his body pushed into her, it crested until it was like the ocean with peak after peak. One more hard push into her g-spot and his cock pulsed with the power of his orgasm shooting a hot stream onto that spongy tissue of her g-spot as Nora pushed against him with circular motions extending both their pleasures.

She breathed out a long half sigh half moan as all of the former tension escaped her body. She was limp beneath him. Patch rolled over and pulled her into his embrace watching as her eyes drifted shut in utter relaxation. He smiled when he realized he had effectively shut down her line of questioning. Christmas was only a day away and he had plans he had to keep secret.

"I'm going to go and cook lunch. Rixon, Nathaniel, and Jules should be back soon," Patch said with a sigh.

As he left the room, Nora called after him. He turned and found her looking at him. She had rolled over and her hair spilled over her shoulder. She looked like an angel and all he wanted to do was pull her into his room and ravish her all over again for the rest of the day and night.

"What?"

"Don't think I forgot about what we were talking about," she eyed him.

"I know. For the record I have been dating," he replied.

"Who?"

"You silly."

~P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N~

Christmas Eve was moving along perfectly and everyone seemed pleased. Everyone had taken turns decorating their trees, each of the men lifting Jules to put the stars on top. Nora had spent a long time decorating the tree in Patch's room since they hadn't purchased one for her own room. Dozens of handmade ornaments were hung on the tree and Patch was close at hand to help her with the high branches.

Jules was running through the halls playing with a new toy Vee had given him. All day he had kept himself occupied and Patch had been pleased with the quiet results. He turned from his fireplace to watch Nora climb the small stepladder, her dress swirling around her hips flawlessly.

A few gifts were under the tree but Patch knew they were mostly for show. His own gifts were hidden in his closet, safely out of view from Nora's eyes. He had been nervous all day when he thought about them and had drunk a little bit more heavily than usual.

"Patch, put the scotch down," Nora called as she hung one of Patch's ornaments on the tree. He sat the glass on the dresser and moved to steady her on the ladder. His hands rested on her hips as she leaned forward to hang yet another ornament.

"Are you almost done?" Patch asked. She swiveled and he pressed his face against her stomach, lifting her from the ladder and into his embrace. She laughed as he slid her down the length of his hard body, her arms locking around his neck.

"I'm done now," she replied. She giggled lightly and gestured to her other hand. He glanced up and saw the sprig of mistletoe dangling from her fingers.

"Like you need that," he murmured as he kissed her. Her fingers tangled in his hair and he groaned in response.

"You two are always kissing," Jules said as he entered the room. They broke apart and separated as Jules walked over to Nora. He hugged her legs and she leaned down to lift him up in her arms. "Are you Nora's boyfriend?"

"Yes," Patch responded. Nora looked at him questioningly but he motioned for her to keep quiet.

"Oh," Jules said as Nora put him down. He ran over to the tree to examine the ornaments and Patch leaned over to whisper in Nora's ear.

"Just play along."

She giggled in response and moved away to help Jules with the last few decorations. He lifted the little angel ornament Patch has given Nora a few years ago. It was her favorite but she gladly let the little boy hang it. Patch watched the two of them moving around the large tree and smiled at his good fortunes. If only they hadn't wasted so much time...

"Patch can you lift Jules to put the angel on top?" Nora asked. He nodded and moved to lift the little boy. Jules giggled loudly as Patch tickled him. Nora stifling her own laugh as two of her favorite boys played together. Once the angel was placed on top Patch threw Jules in the air and the small boy began to laugh uncontrollably.

"Wee!"

"Patch be careful! We just had lunch!" Nora chastised. Patch held Jules and turned to smile sheepishly at her. She chuckled before moving to stand with them. "So what do you guys think about the tree?"

"I think it's prettyful," Jules said.

"You used to say that when you were little." Patch smiled at Nora. She nodded and he reached out to tuck her under his arm.

"I suppose we should go finish making dinner," Nora sighed. Patch nodded and the three of them headed down the stairs to finish Christmas dinner. Patch's hand slid down to hold Nora's hand and neither commented on the feelings of rightness coursing through them.

~P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N~

"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night," Patch finished softly. He slid the book on the shelf and reached down to pull the quilt over Jules. He had been a live-wire after dinner and had fought going to bed with a vengeance. Nora had given up once the clock struck one in the morning and Patch decided to take over.

The little boy was determined to wait up for Santa and Nora couldn't put out the gifts until Jules went to bed. She left, finally, and Patch was in charge of wrestling the hyper boy into bed. Three books later and he'd finally fallen asleep. Patch flicked the switch and tip-toed out, hoping he would stay in bed until morning.

He tip-toed down the stairs and found the gifts arranged artfully around the large tree. The stockings were hung but were in serious danger of falling off the hooks. They were stuffed to the brim and he smiled at Nora's enthusiasm. He almost went over to see what had been stuffed in his but he knew Nora would know.

Patch sighed, grabbed a cookie from the table, and returned up the stairs. The top stair creaked and he froze in case Jules woke up. When no sound came from the room he let out a sigh of relief and headed for his room. The door was cracked when he peeked in, he almost forgot his plans.

Nora was asleep in his bed, her arms wrapped tightly around his pillow. She looked exhausted and he wondered if now would be a good time to surprise her. Perhaps he should just wake her up early? He was so lost in his inner thoughts; he didn't hear Rixon come up behind him.

"Just do it now," he said suddenly. Patch whirled around to face his brother.

"Do what?"

"Whatever you have planned. Nate and I have been waiting all day for you to give her your gift and we're fucking tired. Be a man and handle it!" Rixon said before closing the door behind him. Patch watched him with wide eyes as he considered his brother's words.

"Patch?" Nora called from the bed. "What's going on?"

"Oh it's just Rixon being an ass," Patch replied. He moved closer to the bed and leaned down to kiss her. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas Patch," she murmured. "Are you coming to bed now?"

"No."

"No?"

"And neither are you," he said as he scooped her up in his arms. He carried her across the room and sat her on the blanket by the fire. "It's time for my gift."

"We can exchange them in the morning," she said with a giggle. "You're so impatient!"

"It's not that," Patch began, "It's just I can't wait all night to give you your gift."

"Oh right, something ridiculously expensive," she sighed. She played with her nightgown for a moment as if trying to prepare herself for the ridiculousness.

"Nora," he said as he took her hand, "I...I love you."

"Oh I love you to Patch," she smiled her usual bright smile.

"No Nora. I'm in love with you," he said. He looked at her and noticed her mouth was hanging open slightly. She froze as she worked out the meaning. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, allowing her to melt into his arms.

"What do you mean?" she finally whispered.

"I want to be with you and only you Nora. I don't want to date other women and I certainly don't want you to date other men. I don't want to have to share you again," he explained.

"I don't understand," she said faintly. "What changed?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "I just suddenly realized I didn't like you dating. I didn't like sharing you and other women have never compared to you. Every time I dated it was you I thought about. I hadn't been intimate with another woman in a long time and I realized I didn't want to be. You're IT for me."

"Oh Patch," she sighed. "I..."

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way," he answered quickly. "I'll still be your best friend and that won't ever change."

"Patch, I'm not worried about that. I've been in love with you since I was five," she said softly. "I always thought you didn't want me so I've been taking what I can get. You're...you're the only man I've ever been intimate with and I always thought maybe I didn't measure up."

"Are you insane? I've been all about you since you were little! I only dated because we were a few years apart and then you got with Dante so I attempted to move on. I want you Nora and I'll always want you," he said with conviction.

"I love you to Patch," she said before leaning forward to kiss him. "That was a lovely gift."

"Oh that wasn't your gift," he smirked.

"Oh?"

"This is your gift," he said before opening a tiny blue velvet box.

"Holy Shit!" she exclaimed. Nestled inside the little box was a diamond ring. It wasn't your normal arrangement but she loved the infinity design with the diamonds. She ran a finger over the delicate band before he pulled it out of the box.

"I want to marry you Nora. We can take our time and have a year or two of being engaged if that's what you would like but I'm in love with you and I don't want to waste another minute. I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night. I want to take care of you, cherish you, and love you in a way no other man ever could. I want to spoil you- every kiss, every touch, every thought, they all belong to you. I'll make you happy, every day I'll make you happy. I want to love you forever and I want to be your husband. Nora Grey, will you do me the honor of marrying me?" He asked as he slid the ring on her finger and she stared at it dumbly.

"Marry..."

"Yes. I love you and I want this. I'll do anything you want! I"ll get a full-time job and a house with a white picket fence! I'll get you a puppy or a cat or whatever if it makes you happy and I'll take care of you. I promise you'll be happy," he rattled off.

"Yes. Yes, I'd like that. I...I want to marry you too! God Patch, I've always wanted to marry you!" she squealed as she launched herself in his arms almost knocking him over. "You could never make me unhappy. I just want to be yours, to be together."

They kissed deeply as the fire flickered in the background. Neither of them heard the door open but they jumped apart when they heard clapping. Both turned and saw Rixon and Nathaniel standing in the doorway.

"It's about fucking time," Rixon chuckled as he leaned down to kiss Nora's cheek. "You'll finally be my sister and then you can whip my brother into shape. He could do with a little change."

"Nope, sorry Rixon. I love Patch just the way he is," she whispered as she reached out to take Patch's hand.

~P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N*P&N~

"And that's how your mother and I fell in love," Patch finished. The twins were listening with rapt attention and both sighed softly. It was such a romantic story, after all.

"And another Christmas tradition has been fulfilled," Nora said from the armchair. Patch smiled over at her as Angel and Faith clapped for another story.

"More! More!" They said in unison. Patch shook his head at their enthusiasm.

"Santa is coming tonight and all of you need to go to bed. He only comes once you're asleep," he explained. Angel shook her head and climbed in his lap.

"Daddy," she began as if the greatest debate was beginning, "Santa has to deliver toys to everyone. He can't wait for the moment we fall asleep!"

"She's got you there Daddy," Nora said with a giggle. He mock glared at his beautiful wife and she laughed louder. "What? She has your argumentative nature."

"Whats argu...mental...tive...ness?" Faith asked thoughtfully.

"It means Angel likes to discuss things deeply," Nora replied.

"Was that story real?" Faith asked. Both of their parents stared at them as if considering their answer.

"Of course it was real," Nora exclaimed. "Now it's time for bed so you two run upstairs and brush your teeth like Daddy showed you."

"Good night Mommy," they said in unison as they came up to give her a kiss. They turned to Patch and each kissed his cheek.

"I thought the worst was the terrible two's but this five-year old thing is much harder," Patch said with a sigh. He moved to stand in front of his wife and leaned forward to kiss her. It had only been six years since that magical night when he proposed. Two months later their greatest surprise came along. Nora was pregnant and they were ecstatic.

The twins came along after thirty-two hours of labor. Nora had been exhausted and had fallen asleep leaving the new Daddy alone with the girls. That night Patch had made a promise to miss nothing and had held up that promise. Nora decided to work because she loved taking care of the kids at the Center. She had been the most successful manager with the highest placement rate in the history of the Center. Patch stayed home with the girls and found he was happiest being a stay-at-home Dad. Every day was special to him and he made sure Nora knew how much he loved the opportunity.

"Mmm...I hate we lied," she said softly.

"Well it's not like you two were going to say you had sex. A neck rub was the best bet I suppose," the boy said from the floor. Nora and Patch glanced down at their thirteen year old son who at the time was playing one of those new handheld video games.

"How long have you been there?" Patch asked suddenly.

"About thirty minutes Dad," he answered.

"It's time you went to bed too Jules," Nora said.

"Yes Mom, just let me save first," he replied. He closed the game and stood up; walking over to give his mom a kiss and his father a hug. "Merry Christmas. I love you."

"We love you too!" Nora called. "Sometimes I wonder about that boy..."

"We can only hope these two will be easier," Patch said while rubbing a hand lovingly over her protruding stomach. As if sensing their father, the babies kicked roughly. Nora rubbed the spot thoughtfully. While the girls had been big, they had been quiet during the pregnancy. It wasn't common to have multiple sets of twins and the two pregnancy's were very different. Their sons were always kicking up a storm and Nora was exhausted.

"Mmhmm," she murmured as she pulled her husband in for a kiss. He growled a little but she knew he would go to bed frustrated. The damn doctor had forbidden sexual activity for the past month as she prepared to give birth to the boys. Patch was incredibly unhappy about it to say the least and Nora was right there with him.

"I'm going to go tuck the girls in and then I'll come carry you to bed, okay?" Patch asked. With Nora on bed rest Patch had taken it upon himself to carry her up and down the steps. She nodded and reached for the nearby book. She watched adoringly as her husband took the steps two at a time and settled in to wait for him.

Moments later she lifted her cell phone and dialed the Cipriano home where they grew up. A few muttered exclamations and she sat back with a smile, tucking the book in her purse. She pushed herself up on her feet and shuffled for the door. She pulled her coat on and slid her swollen feet into her slippers. They would have to do.

"Nora?" Patch called from the living room. He came sliding out into the hallway and froze as he took in the sight of his very pregnant wife who was wearing shoes and a coat.

"I called your brother and he's on his way over but I think Jules will be okay if the girls need him. Rixon will be here in five minutes so...why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're...you're...oh God...I'm not ready!" Patch swallowed hard as his face turned white. Nora giggled uncontrollably before moving over to kiss her husband.

"Two more Christmas miracles are on the way. Can we go before their born right here?"

"Merry Christmas to us," A still shocked Patch said weakly. The door closed on his last words as he escorted his wife to their car.

"Me and my Angel and our Christmas miracles..."

The End!...Okay, I know it was early like I said, but I hope you enjoyed it and it helps get you in the upcoming holiday spirit :) It was fun working on something a little bit lighter and if you guys like this I have a sequel for it drafted that fills in the time between Patch's proposal and this six year epilogue part as well as the story of their 'first time' together in Patch's dorm room if you all are interested then please let me know :-)

Don't forget to review, even though this story is done I love to read your comments!