So I couldn't update last night because of the concert, but here it is: the very last chapter. It's longer than most of the others, because I wanted to make it special just for you guys. Thank you so much for your continued love and support. It means the world to me.

Years later, long after Malcolm had Reese had started dating and moved out and built their life together, Malcolm had found that he and Reese had developed quite a comfortable Domestic. Like they were married or something.

Malcolm's gut twisted. The realization that he could never get married to the love of his life had always bothered him, and, at 32, it seemed like people were just trying to make it worse. Their neighbors, though they meant well, had no idea they were related, and had been asking when he and Reese were going to "tie the knot" since gay marriage was legal. And Malcolm always had to shake his head and say it wasn't the right time.

It was the right time, and Malcolm knew it, but unfortunately there wasn't anything he could do about it. It wasn't like the laws were going to change anytime soon.

Reese, on the other hand, seemed pretty optimistic. "Malcolm, trust me. Waiting will be, so, so worth it."

As if Reese had ever waited for anything in his life.

Now that Malcolm thought about it, actually, Reese really WAS acting weird these days, especially around the ever-sensitive subject of marriage. All leading up to the car ride to visit home that Sunday.

Reese was being his (ab)normal weird self, when Malcolm decided he had had enough of it, and pulled over to the curb.

"Um, Malcolm," he said, "we just stopped for gas, so if that's what this is about, I'm pretty damn sure you've lost it-"

"No, Reese, that's not it."

"...Then?"

"You've just been acting... weird... lately.":

Reese took a deep breath in.

"I was hoping this could wait until we got to our old home..."

Malcolm's gut twisted, his face paled. "Oh my god, are you breaking up with me?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Malcolm, I'd never break up with you, and if that isn't obvious enough by now you aren't as much of a genius as you think you are."

"I AM a genius. I noticed you were acting weird, and that was the conclusion I came to."

Malcolm rested his hands on the steering wheel, drumming his fingers against the hard surface.

"Malcolm," Reese said, "of course I don't want to break up with you."

"Then why have you been acting so goddamn weird?"

"Because I want to marry you."

Reese smiled dopily, and from his jeans pocket, pulled out a small black box, popping it open to reveal the small ring inside.

"Malcolm Wilkerson, will you marry me?"

"Are you crazy? We can't get married. Not now, not ever," Malcolm said, closing the box. "Now put that thing back before I change my mind."

"Well like, not LEGALLY, but it's not as if we need the benefits, I mean, we're already family."

That part was true, Malcolm guessed, but still.

"What's the point, anyway? If it's not legal."

"The point is that you get a ring, and you get to get our neighbors off your box." Reese opened the box again ."C'mon, I know you want to."

Also true. Malcolm had been whining about it for the past year-and-a-half.

"Fine. Yes. My answer is yes," Malcolm paused, his eyebrows dipping down in confused. "But I do have one question."

"Yeah?"

"Why did you want to wait to get to our parents' house?"

"Oh, that? Yeah. That's where the ceremony is.'

"...Wait... what?"