A/N: here it is finally, the last chapter! Sorry for the wait...I struggled with this chapter and how to end the story but really wanted to get it finished. Thank you all for the awesome reviews, you know how much I love them. Let me know if you liked the ending!

Six months later...

Jackie yawned and rubbed her eyes again in a desperate attempt to keep them open. The TV was on but she couldn't say what late night rerun was showing, her eyes hurt too much to look and her brain was too tired to care. The thought of her warm, cosy bed was tempting but she wanted to wait up and she'd denied herself sleep for this long, she could go a bit longer.

The sound of the back door being unlocked startled her to life and the newly energised brunette bounded off the couch.

"Hey baby!" she said as she ran into the kitchen and threw her arms around Hyde's neck, catching him off guard.

"What are you still doing up?" He sounded surprised, not used to Jackie being awake at this late hour.

"I have a surprise for you and I couldn't wait to show you." Jackie closed her eyes for a moment and lightly kissed his soft lips. Over the last six months she'd worked out the best techniques for kissing a man with a beard who refused to shave it; if he kept it maintained and she held her head a certain way she avoided the whisker rash that had plagued her during their first month as a couple. Whisker rashes were ugly, but her bearded boyfriend was hot so they had found a way to make it work.

Hyde grinned as he ran his hands up under her pyjama top, his cold hands from cleaning the bar making her shiver slightly. "Ooohhh I love it when you wait up to surprise me."

Jackie giggled and tugged on his hand. "No silly, it's not that kind of surprise. Come with me."

She dragged him into the small living room and flicked on the main light, her excitement fading when she turned and saw the look of horror on her boyfriend's face.

"Jackie what've you done?!" he asked as his eyes darted around his newly decorated living room.

"Don't you like it?"

"It looks like somewhere a girl would live!" Hyde's jaw clenched as he walked into the warm, lavender scented room, his eyes locked on what was once his bare mantelpiece. Folding his arms across his chest he let out an exasperated sign as he scanned the photos and trinkets Jackie had carefully placed from one end of the mahogany shelf to the other.

Jackie frowned. She had spent all day making their apartment cosy with her undeniable flair for design and he was ruining it. To her what had once been a space akin to a doctor's waiting room now looked, and felt, like a home. A home shared by two people building a life together. The photos, cushions, throws and other homely touches were not just objects to Jackie, they represented comfort; the comfort she felt in her new life with Hyde.

"But Steven I do live here, you asked me to remember? And the place was so grey and blah, I had to do something with it," she said, her tone and body language defiant. Hyde had asked her to move in with him only a month ago because, according to him, driving her to and from her dorm everyday was annoying. She knew his reason was full of crap, they both hated being away from each other but neither of them would ever admit that. Instead they protected themselves the best they could as they navigated their way through their new relationship, revealing new layers and emotions as time went on.

He picked up the pink blown glass lamp she'd placed on the table next to the TV. "Pink Jackie? Really?"

Okay she'd give him that one. She knew he wouldn't like it but she had to try anyway. The lamp was just so pretty, and delicate, and pink...she couldn't just leave it in the store.

She shrugged and pouted.

"No pouting," Hyde warned as he noticed the brandy glasses she'd displayed on the mantelpiece. "What's with these?"

"They're pretty and fancy."

"They're glasses Jackie, they should be in the kitchen."

She shook her head and fell onto the couch. Guys would never understand. "Yes but they're fancy glasses Steven, they shouldn't be hidden away, they should be enjoyed, visually."

Now Hyde was shaking his head. "No one enjoys looking at a glass man, unless it's filled with something, and these are empty glasses sittin' on a mantelpiece," he said pointing to the glasses.

"Whatever."

He continued to peruse his new living room while she continued to pout on the couch. "Do you at least like the photos?" she asked as Hyde studied the framed 4 X 6's sat on top of the TV. She saw him smile when he picked up the one of the two of them taken on Christmas Day. They were in the Forman's basement and he was sitting in his usual chair with her on his lap. Neither of them had been aware that the photo was being taken, instead their eyes were locked on each other. Fez had sent them the photo a few weeks after Christmas with a note that read:

We all needed photographic evidence of two things. One - that you two being together wasn't a dream (or a nightmare haha), and two - that either of you could actually look and be that happy.

When Hyde had read the note he'd scoffed before screwing it up. After he'd gone down to the bar that night Jackie had retrieved the crumpled paper from the trash and it was now being stored in her secret Steven box, ready to show him on their wedding day (which she was sure would be sometime in the next three years, even if Hyde still wouldn't admit it).

Hyde put the photo back down. "Yeah, the photos are cool," he smiled, "it's just the lamp n glasses that have gotta go."

Jackie sat up a little and grinned. "So everything else can stay? Even the candles?"

Hyde sighed as he sat down next to her and put his feet up on the coffee table. Pulling Jackie onto his lap he kissed her cheek. "They can stay," he whispered.

"Awwww Steven, you're such a big softie." Jackie put her hand on his chest and softly nibbled his neck. "I really owe you for this."

"Yes you do," Hyde grinned, sliding a hand up her top once again. "Lemme take a shower n I'll meet you in the bedroom yeah?" He slapped her butt indicating she needed to get up but she stayed where she was and moved her lips up to his mouth.

"I love you baby," she murmured into his warm mouth before flicking her tongue in to meet his. She loved his kisses, and everything else about him for that matter. No one had ever looked out for her the way he did and she made damn sure that she reciprocated his nobility by showering him with something he'd never had in his life - love. As long as he knew she loved him, she knew he'd never leave.

And she 99.9% positive she would never stop loving him.

...

As much as Hyde was enjoying Jackie's hot kisses he really needed a shower. When she'd moved in she'd laid out a couple of rules, one being that as long as he continued to smoke cigarettes he had to shower before bed, and he really wanted to get into bed with her right now, so he needed to get the shower thing over with.

He cringed as he pulled his mouth away from hers. "I gotta take a shower Jackie," he said as he tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Okay, come on then." She climbed off his lap and helped him up. Leading him to the shower she rattled off the events of her day, just like she always did. She still liked to yap, and he had actually gotten used to listening. Her stories were usually pretty entertaining, and nearly always included her unknowingly burning someone. They always made him smile.

She always made him smile.

He kicked his boots off in the hallway while Jackie turned on the shower and got him a fresh towel. She seemed to love taking care of him. The little things she did- little notes she left; cars magazines she bought for him; baking she tried to do to cheer him up - showed him how much she loved him. Granted it'd all taken him a while to get used to, but now he couldn't imagine her not being in his life. He liked having a girlfriend.

Correction.

He loved having a girlfriend.

Scrubbing his teeth in the shower he laughed as she rambled on about fat people using the lifts at college. God she was rude, and so politically incorrect it was insane, but it was still kinda funny.

"Jackie," he said after spitting out his toothpaste, "you can't actually say that to people's faces man. Don't you think you may be hurtin' their feelings or something?"

"No," Jackie said from her spot on the vanity, "I'm motivating them Steven. One day they'll thank me for not letting them take the lift and making them use the stairs."

Hyde turned the shower off and Jackie handed him his towel. "Okay then, whatever you say. But don't be surprised if one day you get punched in the face."

Jackie glared at him as he dried himself.

"I'm not saying I want you to be punched in the face babe-"

"You sure?"

Hyde grinned before kissing her lips. "Why would I want that pretty little face beat up?"

"You think I'm pretty?" Jackie smiled.

Hyde gave his hair one last rub with the towel. "I think you're very pretty." Yip, judging by the smile on her face he was gettin' plenty tonight.

"And little?"

"Tiny," he said with a wink. "That's why you're allowed to use the lift aye babe?"

"And that's why you love me right Steven?" she said following him out of the bathroom.

"That's right," he said paying no attention to what she was saying, his mind focused on what was gonna happen behind that closed bedroom door in a few minutes. Just as he went to open said closed door Jackie rushed in front of him blocking his entrance.

"Wait a minute," she ordered, putting her hands on his waist. Her eyes were wide and her lips all pouty, he just had to kiss her, so he did. "You love me right Steven?" she asked after pecking his lips.

What the hell? They were gonna have this talk right here right now?

"Yes Jackie, I do," he sighed.

"Well say it."

"Jackie, I love you. You know that." She did know that. He didn't tell her eighteen thousand times a day like she told him, but he made sure to tell her he loved her at least once a week.

"And there's nothing I could do that would make you real mad?"

Hyde's eyes narrowed. "Ah, yeah, there are some things that you could do that would make me real mad," he said suspiciously. He'd curved his jealous tendencies a whole lot over the last six months and had even handled Kelso's jibes about Jackie at Christmas time. But if she was about to reveal something about her and another guy he knew he'd fly off the handle.

Jackie slid her arms up around his neck. "It's nothing like that Steven," she reassured him. "Would anything I did to your, I mean our, room make you mad?"

Fuck...

"Open the door Jackie-"

"Not until you promise you won't get mad."

"Open it-"

"I will when you say you promise."

"Blow this." Hyde picked Jackie up and she squealed before wrapping her legs around his waist. Sighing, he opened the door and nearly screamed when he saw his room was now some pale shade of purple, lavender he was sure he'd heard Jackie call it before. His posters were gone, replaced by paintings of flowers in fuckin' vases, and fairy lights lined the windows and mirrors. His eyes trawled the room before finally resting on the now floral patterned bedspread and the thing sitting right in the middle of the numerous pillows.

Blossom.

Fluffycake's little sister Blossom was sitting on his bed.

And he was sure the unicorn was smirking at him.

He dropped Jackie to her feet and ran a hand through his damp hair.

"Do you like it?" she asked nervously.

"Jackie, what the fuck have you done?"

He stepped into the room while Jackie yabbered on about breathtaking lights and Laura freakin' Ingalls but all he could do was stare at his gorgeous girlfriend. God he loved her, but he was 99.9% positive that she and Blossom would be the death of him.

And the freaky thing was, he didn't care one bit.

THE END