Here is the final chapter of 'Sweet Dreams.' Thanks again to those who reviewed. It is greatly appreciated and gave me so much more confidence to keep writing :) Don't own Lie to Me

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The plates had been cleared and all that was left to do was serve dessert.

'Come on Cal, I'm waiting. And you know what happens when people keep me waiting over dessert,' she giggled, 'it never ends well.'

'Ok ok, here it is.'

He walked out of the kitchen carrying a giant white box.

'Hang on, I thought you said you were just adding the finishing touches. Cal, it's in a box, what finishing touches are there to add?'

"Well there were ahh... certain toppings, so to speak, which had to be added on top.'

Gillian looked up surprised. Not because of the toppings but because of his voice. He was nervous again, she could tell.

He cleared a space and placed the box in front of her. Gillian looked up at him.

'Go on, open it.'

She lifted the lid and what she saw was all that she had ever wanted to hear. Inside was a giant chocolate cookie with the words 'I love you Gillian Foster' written on it in chocolate chips. She looked up at Cal to check if it was true. 'Maybe this is all a dream,' she thought to herself, 'things like this never really happen in reality, do they?'

He looked down at her as she opened the lid. He felt as if he couldn't breathe. But then she smiled, and he knew that everything was going to be fine. Better than fine in fact, it was perfect.

'Do you really mean it?' he heard Gillian ask in a small voice.

He took her hands and lifted her up from the chair.

'Without a doubt, I have never meant anything more in my life.'

'Well it's a good thing I kind of like you back then, isn't it?' she joked.

And then he kissed her. The kind of heart stopping, breathless kiss that Gillian so often read about in her romance novels. He pulled away, only a fraction, as if he was scared that she would suddenly disappear.

'Stay the night.'

His eyes pleaded with hers. He continued.

'Not for any reason other than I want to wake up next to you tomorrow morning.'

She smiled. How could she possibly say no to that?

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He stood at the doorway and smiled.

Emily and Gillian were curled up together, sleeping, looking so peaceful and cute that if he had seen it in a movie he would have wanted to be sick. But rather than feeling that way, he found himself feeling something else. Genuine happiness. And hope. It was in that moment he realised that he had everything he could ever want. He could curl up in that bed with the both of them. He had the chance to wake up every morning and cook them both breakfast. He was able to have dinner every evening with them as they chatted and laughed about their days. And he could fall asleep every night with Gillian next to him and wake up every morning with her body next to his.

He padded over to the bed and climbed in beside Gillian. She groaned slightly as the bed shifted but snuggled closer to him. Emily sighed and rolled over, almost knocking both of them out of the bed in the process.

'Hey, do you mind?' Cal exclaimed.

'Hey, can you two get a room?' Emily replied.

'This is our room. I do believe you were the one who invaded it late last night.'

'Stop complaining you two,' came a muffled voice, 'everything's perfect just the way it is.'

Cal realised she was right. And as they all snuggled further under the sheets, Cal had everything he had ever wanted, and more. And that made him the luckiest man in the world. No dream could ever be sweeter than this.