Epilogue

Exhausted, half-drunk, and high on happiness they stumble into their private room on the sandsteamer. Their bags have already been brought up by a bellboy. It's only early afternoon, so she changes out of her dress into more comfortable clothes while he collapses on the sofa.

"I'm tired of wine. I'm going to order some coffee. You want some too?"

He smiles at the joke. She calls room service and makes the order. Now all she wants to do is curl up with him on the couch and rest, which is exactly what she does.

"I was so nervous this morning. I kept thinking about everything that could go wrong. Now I feel calm, as if in a dream with you." She whispers in his ear.

"What now?" It's the question that's been plaguing both of them.

"I don't know." He drapes his arms around her and pulls her close for a passionate kiss. As she kisses him back, he decides that they'll be okay.

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DON DON DON DONE!! AH! My first completed story! And I'm now one level up! I gained experience in intelligence, but unfortunately wisdom stays about the same. Thank you all, precious reviewers, for your patience and your commitment. I couldn't have done it without you! Actually, I could have, but it would have sucked. Unfortunately, I am not planning a sequel, but if you're curious they do end up making their marriage work out. Their son (let's call him… Gregory, who… grows up to be a doctor and… eventually marries Angelina, a slightly older girl and close family friend) often bickers with his cousin Alexandra.

And I know that I may have hinted at working on another TRIGUN fic, but I've been thinking about it and am retiring from TRIGUN fics to go do bigger and better things... like not completing original fiction! Ah ah... Anyway, thanks for all the reviews, and the patience, and I hope you enjoyed the story. The End!