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Author's Note: And here we are at the end (finally). Thanks to all who've been faithfully reading, old and new readers alike. I know it's been a little difficult, but I've had a blast writing this story. If you're interested in yet another sequel, please let me know in the reviews. I have a few ideas brewing in my head, but I'm curious to know what you guys think. I'll also be getting back to updating the CageBlade companion fic, so look out for that as well. Here's the epilogue.

Renewing Vows

A few months later

On the night of Johnny's movie premiere, he and Sonya are getting gussied up, him in the bathroom and with her in the main bedroom. She swipes a final layer of mascara on her eyes before leaning back to observe herself. She nods, thoroughly impressed. "Nice."

Meanwhile, Johnny is fixing his tie in the mirror, making sure it stays put. "Babe?" he calls out to her.

"Yeah, honey?"

"You almost ready? I called the limo to come to get us in the next half hour," he tells her.

"That's good. I'm ready. I'll meet you downstairs."

In the living room, Cassie's lying on the couch with her leg draped over Yuri's as he sits on the other side. "And what was the name of that show?" he asks for what seems like the umpteenth time as she clicks the remote control, changing the channel rapidly.

"Which one?" she inquires with a bored yawn.

He rolls his eyes at her. "The one with the… never mind, Cassandra," he states with a shake of his head. "Are you always this indecisive?"

She stops her movements to give him a scathing look. "Are we complaining, Ogawa?" she laughs. He blinks at her. "There's nothing to watch," she mutters in disgust, throwing the remote on the couch haphazardly. Pushing herself to a sitting position, she yawns again. "Yu-Yu," she addresses him.

"Cass," he responds.

She crawls over to his side on all fours, pressing her nose against his cool cheek. "Can't think with all these options available," she tells him as she presses a soft kiss to the bottom of his jaw. She grabs the other side of his face to bring him closer. He turns his head and catches her lips in a loud smooch. "This is much better anyway."

"Is it? Because I'm in an extremely awkward position." She looks down to see his body bent at an angle. She stands up so he's able to swing one leg on the couch. She lowers herself back into his lap and pecks at his neck. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulls her closer to him, and presses a smooch to her head.

They're quiet for a long time as she listens to the steady thumping of his heart and he breathes in the subtle scene of lavender in her hair. "My back hurts," she blurts. He furrows his eyebrows at her in confusion. "I need a massage," she hints not so subtly.

He chuckles lowly. "Are you asking me or telling me?"

She thinks about it for a second. "Will you please give me a massage?"

"Certainly," he answers. She lifts herself and turns around so she's able to take off her undershirt, leaving her in a black bra. "Oh…" he mumbles, feeling his cheeks turn red as she lies down on the opposite side of the couch again.

"You okay over there?" she wonders as she settles her head on a cushion.

"Your parents should be coming down soon, are they not?"

She rolls her eyes. "Ugh, but my back really hurts," she complains. So, he sits her on his lap again, rubbing her shoulders. "Thanks, babe."

"Of course." He hears the door to Sonya and Johnny's bedroom open and he tosses back her shirt.

"No fun," she teases but wrestles it on as Sonya steps down the stairs first. Cassie looks up and gapes. "Oh…"

"Use your—" he starts before he also turns to face her. "Wow."

Sonya laughs at them. She's wearing a form fitting silver dress with gems that sparkle with each step. Her hair is curled into bouncy waves, and she's wearing strappy high heeled shoes that could break someone's back. "I guess you guys like?"

"Wow," they mutter in unison, causing Sonya to giggle again.

"Hot damn, Mom, you sexy milf, you," Cassie compliments her. Nodding appreciatively, she adds, "I approve."

"You look very lovely, Sonya," Yuri says.

"Right? I mean damn woman, don't hurt nobody."

Sonya blushes profusely. "Oh, stop." Walking over to them on the couch, she hands Cassie her phone. "Can you take a picture of me? Your father's insisting."

"You know it," she agrees. She gets up from Yuri's lap and squats down, catching as many angles as she can. She takes a few before handing the phone back to her mother. "There. Now, where's Dad?"

"Here's Johnny!" he announces. Cassie rolls her eyes as Yuri chuckles, changing the channels on the tv.

Johnny comes down, wearing a sharply tailored light grey suit with a checkered black and white chiffon shirt and matching black tie. "Doesn't my wife look absolutely amazing?" he brags, pulling her close to him. Sonya throws her head back and laughs heartily, placing her arms on his shoulder. "Hey, you two, it's not too late to come to the premiere. You sure you don't wanna?"

"Nah, we're good here, right babe?" Cassie answers. Yuri nods, now too engrossed in a television program. "If anything," she continues, "we could always catch it online later, right?"

"Uh huh," is Yuri's noncommittal answer.

Cassie palms her face, giggling. "You two young kids have fun. We'll hold down the fort, I promise."

Sonya smiles graciously at her daughter. "Thanks, kiddos." Cassie gives Sonya a hug first. "I love you, Cass."

"I love you too, Mom." When they let go, she then turns her attention to Johnny. "I love you Dad," she repeats, also swallowing him up in a hug.

"Love you too, Punkin," he says warmly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

After exchanging their goodbyes to each other, Cassie closes the door behind them. She stares at Yuri watching the reality show with wide curious eyes. "It's official," she starts, and he turns to her, "I've gotten you obsessed with trash tv." She walks back over to the couch and sits on his lap, her back pressed against his chest. "I'm surprised this show is still on the air. That's how long I've been away."

"There is a program strikingly similar to this one in Japan," he informs her. She sighs contently and leans her head back on his shoulder as they recline on the couch together, spooning each other. "So," he begins, taking her left hand in his, "do we plan to tell your parents anytime soon?"

She stares at the dazzling platinum engagement ring on her hand with a conceited smirk. "Nah. I'll let them sweat it out a bit longer. No expectations from anyone." Lucky jumps on the couch, crawling over to Cassie's lap to rest her body on her owner. Cassie strokes her fur tenderly. "Plus, I prefer it this way regardless. I wanna do things on my… uh, our terms."

"All right," he accepts.

"Then we'll tell em later, mmkay?"

He kisses her neck and draws her in closer. "Anything for you, Mrs. Ogawa."

She hums. "Mmm… that's Cage-Ogawa to you, mister," she teases.

"Right, right. My apologies, dear," he acquiesces happily. She turns her head and gives him a kiss. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

And together, they fall asleep, each dreaming of what the future holds for them.