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Chapter- Epilogue

Several Years Later

I was cooking in our little kitchenette. It was well past two in the morning, and Jason would be coming home soon, so I wanted a late dinner ready for him. I stirred the noddles before turning off the stove and strain them out of the boiling water, then tossing them into the pot that held the recently finished sauce. I hummed along with the music that I was playing as I stirred the food and started adding a few different spices here and there. Jason was helping me get better at cooking, which I was grateful for, as I was a bit out of my league when it came to cooking for us. But I wanted to get better...

"Hey Babe," Jason called walked into the apartment, he loosened the Black tie around his neck," Man, am I glad to be home." He rubbed the back of his neck as he kicked off his shoes, " If I have one more shameless middle aged socialite try to get me drunk, I might burn the Gala Hall down."

I laughed," Bruce wouldn't let either of those things happen," I reminded him and peeked around the corner to see his head nod in agreement while he snorted. I guess it was the Psychologist in me, as that had ended up becoming my major. But college was just a few years behind me. I retreated into the kitchen and pulled a spoon out of the silverware. I pulled the large stirring spoon out and dipped it in"I'm glad your home." I turned to him as he entered the kitchen," I tried the spaghetti recipe! Try!"

Jason smiled and caught my wrist and guided it to his mouth. Tasting the sauce, he let out an 'mmmm' before he licked his lip," You did good Asha, that's your best try yet!"

I beamed with pride," Go get changed babe! I'll make you a bowl."

Jason pulled me close as he kissed my cheek," A girl after my own heart."

"This woman already got it," I giggled, glancing down at our wedding rings.

"Ah, that's true," Jason sighed and he gave me a squeeze before he went to go change. I went to make him a bowl of fresh spaghetti, and decided to opt for a glass of water instead as I didn't have the crazy, intense metabolism that all superheroes get from working out so much. Jason returned dressed in his sweats and an old t-shirt, and I frankly thought he looked much more appealing.

"Hey babe," I asked as he settled onto the counter (one of his favorite seats) and I leaned up against his leg, "I wanted to ask you about something…"

Jason slurred up some noodles before he nodded, "What about hun?"

"… Kids…" I replied, thinking back to how Jack was moving into the third grade room on Sunday, and while I couldn't work full time at the church anymore, I did love volunteering when I could. Jason went pale and he set his bowl down. I quickly added, "Not like soon or anything. Just your opinion, I know you like hanging out with Percy when you come to church with me but-" My voice dropped off as it died in my throat. This had been the other shoes that had been hanging in the air, and I was the one that dropped it.

Jason hopped down from the counter and stood close to me, he was hesitant to hug me, hesitant to make me feel cornered. I reached out, and wrapped my arms around his hips and pulled him forwards. That was when he snaked his own arms around me as he held me close as I leaned against the counter. When he finally found his voice to break the silence, Jason said, "I do… want kids… but I want to wait. At least a few more years. "

I nodded, relived at his answer and relaxed into him. I leaned down and rested my forehead on his chest. "A few more years." I agreed quietly. I looked back up at him and ran a hand down his face, "I'm good with waiting a few more years."

Jason smiled, "Was that all you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Yeah. I'm good now." I nodded, as I went to start putting up the spaghetti and Jason started eating his own. As I was putting the leftovers in the fridge, I remembered "Oh?! I've been avoiding the news all week. How's Ben and his Uncle's Appeal going?"

Jason's eyes darkened at the mention of those two. He set his empty bowl down in the sink and filled it with water. It had been a hard few years after that whole escapade. We had finally thought we had gotten through with it, after the first trial when I had to go to testify (along with Yelena and Patricia) and their was a media circus because of who my soulmate was. With this appeal being requested at the behest of the two's attorney, i went back underground, it was deemed the safest option for me, and was also the reason I hadn't gone to the gala. Jason wrapped his arms around me, as if shielding me from the world, "So far? I think it's going to get struck down," He grit his teeth as he rinsed out his bowl and scrubbed at it a bit too hard with the brush, " I also think they're going to waste all their appeals and then we won't have to worry about Bekov, as he likely won't be a problem with all of his racketeering charges. I'm hoping Ben takes a shiv before his 20 years is up." He finished put his bowl and fork into the dishwasher.

I swatted Jason arm as he reached for the dish towel to dry his hands, "You don't mean that," I protested weakly, even though we both knew he did.

"I do," He said simply, and though I wasn't a fan of his more morbid/realist side. I had learned to live with it/accept it. His eyes were stormy as he ran his hand along my back. I couldn't help but place mine where his tattoo was, my horrible chicken scratch hidden by his shirt.

"I know." I sighed and crossed my arms "Just don't arrange it, okay? He can get into enough trouble that'll warrant it without you OR anyone you know speeding up the process. Promise?"

Jason sighed and begrudgingly let out a growl that went into a regular tone, "Fine… I promise."

I smiled, and leaned up to kiss his jaw, "Thank you! Now, I'm ready to check out for the night. Are you?"

Jason smirked and reached for me again, "I don't know babe, all this talk about babies-" As he spoke his hands went lower and lower-

I swatted his arm again, "You're the worst! We are not jackrabbits Jason! The neighbors have already complained three times this-"

He smiled as he pulled away, holding his hands up his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright…. How about in the morning when they go to work? Bruce gave me the next few days off~."

I giggled, and shook my head, "We'll see, babe, we'll see."

Jason gently took my hand and lead me to our room, practically skipping, "Well, then what are we waiting for! Let's get to bed!"

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