Epilogue...
Cartoons
She snuggles closer to him in her bed and he pulls her closer.
The TV blares, a talking rabbit, a coyote chasing a roadrunner.
She reaches for the remote in his hand and he pulls it away.
"Hey I'm watching cartoons." He protests and she smiles wickedly.
"Oh really?" she questions and starts to tickle him. She knows just where to tickle him for the best results.
He's laughing. She's laughing.
Cartoons are forgotten.
It's only taken them eight years to get here.
Sometimes she wonders if they'll always be together.
Sometimes he thinks about making her his forever.
But they are happy now and it's all they need at the moment.
Sunday mornings with her are about staying in bed till noon, watching cartoons, and relaxing.
Everything that they've ever wanted.
She teaches during the week. He's still at the CIA, but now the only thing he handles is paper work. He doesn't have any agents to look out for.
It's a joke between them now.
The past, the wait, the pain.
He knows when he looks in her eyes that he would have waited forever.
She knows when she looks in his eyes that forever wouldn't be all that long of a wait.
Her friends tease her about him and the way she drops everything when he needs something.
His friends tell him that she's got him wrapped around her finger.
Her therapist called the other day, said she was wondering how she was doing. He took the phone and told her that she was busily occupied with keeping her boss happy.
She smacked him and he pulled her close. They forgot to hang up the phone and he teases her about it. She wonders what the therapist thinks now.
She's no longer afraid that things are too good. They fight enough to make that bliss seem expectable and real. She hasn't been this happy in a long time she tells him.
He's no longer afraid that something will come between them. Things aren't perfect and they probably will never be. But he tells her he's happier then he's ever been.
The remote falls to the floor and the laughter dissolves into silence.
"Why?" He asks. She knows he wants to know why she's still with him. Why she cares? Why she chose him?
"Because." she answers. He knows it's because she loves him. Because there will never be anyone else. Because. Just because.
He understands.
She smiles and kisses him.
They finally have their answer.
The End...or is it.... actually I'm pretty dang sure it is.
AN: was that blissfully happy enough for you all? Cause if it wasn't... I'm sorry. But that's all the cheeze you can squeeze out of me. As always thanks for reading. And keep your eyes open for my next little monster. Late.