A/N: The lasr chapter. Or rather... the epilogue. Thank you all for the patience and just like that a one-shot turns into a 12 chapter story. You guys are amazing. I hope you all had great christmas. Mine did turn out to be brilliant despite not being able to make it home. But sometimes is home wherever you make it... There will be a new story, but probably not before the New Year, since I have a few busy days ahead of me.

Ever since the night with Penelope, Derek Morgan knew that this was how things would be from that moment on. He knew that this was exactly how he wanted to spent the rest of his life, with exactly the very same person. He might have had worries and doubts before they started dating, thinking it wouldn't be go like either of them had thought, and they both would be right. Now he knew better. This, what they had between each other, would exceed their wildest ideas. And he was grateful for that.

"Thank you," was what he would say to her every single morning and this one would be no different.

Penelope just smiled at him sweetly, knowing that this had easily replaced their 'I'll show you a good morning' routine. Not that she minded. Not the least.

"Thank you for … everything. For believing in me, us, and this whole thing and for actually proving me wrong," he mumbled against her skin, having just woken up and looking forward to a relaxed Sunday at home.

"Thank you for sticking around for so long and watching all the girls that walked in and out of my life," he said, placing a trail of wet kisses along her neck.

"Thank you for taking this into your own hands and pushing me into that first date, despite all my concerns," he chuckled, while sucking at her collarbone. The chuckle he got in return was enough of a sign for him to continue.

"Thank you for being such an amazing woman, so patient and generous with me in regards of your love," he whispered, moving his lips to the side of her neck.

"Thank you for making me a better man, for letting me love you just the way you deserve to be loved," Morgan declared, while his lips moved down towards the upper hem of her tank top.

"Thank you for trusting in us," he said, while his hands pushed up the hem of her shirt and his lips connected with the soft skin of her belly, letting his tongue dip into her belly button.

"Thank you for becoming Mrs. Derek Morgan," he mumbled against her skin, moving a few inches lower, while his thumbs stroked the hem of her lacy panties, which got him a moan and a soft chuckle.

"Thank you for Aidan, Emmy and Ben, the three most amazing kids in this world," he uttered, pushing the fabric of her underwear a few more inches down.

"But most of all," he announced, starting to kiss skin that had just been hidden by lace a few moments ago. "Most of all, thank you for … you."

He was just about to push the fabric of her panties down the last inches when he heard his just mentioned sons and daughter running into their bedroom and jumping up on the bed.

"Mommy, Mommy, Grandma Fran said she will take us to the zoo today and to that toy store you and dad seem to always forget about," three excited kids started speaking at the same time, making Morgan and Penelope laugh for a moment.

And it were moments like this that Morgan was the most thankful for. To be here, with his family, at a stage he never had thought would hold any appeal for him at all. Yes, he was thankful for being wrong.