In these coming years
Many things will change
But the way I feel
Will remain the same

Panic! At The Disco, "The End Of All Things"

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Two years later

The late summer air that drifted in through the open windows from the sea was warm, but crisp, and Kristoff was vaguely reminded of the night that he and Anna had first made love.

It had been two years since they met, and yet so much had happened in that time. A year after beginning their relationship– a year to the day that Anna had bumped into Kristoff at the UPS drop box– he proposed to her in the same spot. That night they had gotten around to talking about their future, and decided that they hated being stuck in the city.

So, they had each quit their jobs and moved to the Cape Cod estate, where they started an event planning business together; Kristoff ran the accounts and maintained the paperwork, and Anna handled the customer interactions and creative side of things.

They'd decided on a small, summer wedding at the Cape; it had only seemed fitting that they wed at the same place they would start this new chapter of their lives together, and Kristoff had to agree that he liked the sentimentality of it all. Elsa had been the maid of honor, and Sven had been the best man and ringbearer; Anna had even bought him a special bowtie collar for the occasion. Kristoff's adoptive parents were in attendance, and they welcomed Anna into their mixed family with open arms; it made Anna feel as though they already loved her as a daughter, and she'd cried when she thanked them for raising a man as fine as Kristoff.

After a month-long honeymoon touring Europe. Anna had sold her Manhattan loft and Kristoff had allowed the lease on his Queens apartment to run out, before officially and finally moving in together at the Cape Cod estate to run their company as husband and wife.

"That's it!" Kristoff announced with a happy shout, rubbing his hands together in accomplishment. "The last box is finally unpacked."

"Well, not the last box."

Kristoff whipped around to see that Anna had re-entered the room, holding a wide, wrapped rectangular box topped with a shiny yellow bow in her hands. She was dressed casually in a pair of leggings and an oversized green sweatshirt, her ginger hair done up in a messy style. The tiny diamond solitaire on her ring finger sparkled beautifully in the light coming in from the large bay windows; Kristoff hadn't felt even the slightest bit apprehensive about proposing to her with a ring so small. He knew that Anna wasn't materialistic– one of the many things he adored about his wife.

"What's this for?" he asked her, intrigued as it was the middle of September and his birthday wasn't for at least another month.

She simply shrugged and handed him the gift, pouting her lip as if she had no idea what it was for, though the corners of her mouth twitched with mischief.

"Open it," she suggested.

He did so– eagerly but with a dash of suspicion– evident by the way he narrowed his eyes at his wife as he tore the satin ribbon and crimson paper away in fervor. He opened the clamshell lid to see a folded blue flannel shirt tucked neatly into the tissue paper.

He set the box down on the table before him and pulled the shirt up by the shoulders, holding it up in the air in front of him to inspect it; it was eerily reminiscent of the one he had lent to Anna almost exactly two years earlier. It had mysteriously disappeared without a trace… until now.

"My old shirt?" Kristoff laughed, turning to her. "I'd thought this thing was long gone."

Anna shrugged again. "I found it in my things when I was packing up my apartment. Anyway, I needed it for reference so I could match the material just right."

Puzzled, Kristoff cocked his head at his fiancee. "Reference for what?"

Anna gestured with a tip of her chin towards the box. Looking back at it, Kristoff could see another blue flannel shirt lying amongst the paper. When he picked it up, however, he realized that this one was smaller than his own– much smaller. In fact, it was small enough to fit...

"A baby?"

He turned to Anna for affirmation and she nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

"You mean… you're going to be a– and I'm going to be a– and we're going to have a–"

"Yes," Anna laughed, taking his larger hand in her own and moving it to rest on her stomach, which had yet to begin to swell. "Now shut up and kiss me already."

He didn't need to be told twice.

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Thank you all for following this story! It was super fun for me to write, probably just because I love when things are so uber dramatic and cheesy. ;-)