Author's Note: Yes, I know, it's been a long time. No, I didn't forget my readers, it just took me FOREVER to figure out the plot to this last chapter (yes, last). On a side note, I've read through the other chapters, and they're begging to be rewritten. If you come looking for this and it's gone, rest assured it's just me reworking it.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this ending. Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!

Epilogue

She was having a very pleasant dream–a nice reprieve from the previous few nights–when a large, long arm was flung across her face, the wrist landing right on the bridge of her nose, the gold band on the fourth finger narrowly missing her eye.

"Mmph," said Jen. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get back to the dream. "Gerroff." The hand just twitched; rather rudely she thought. "For Crissakes," she mumbled and grabbed the arm roughly, throwing it back to is owner. It hit him in the chest, then slid back down to his side. "Keep your hands to yourself, buster." She could swear he smirked at that. She rolled her eyes and turned on her side, falling back asleep almost instantly.

It was some time later when she felt a hand creeping under her shirt, fingers drawing on her stomach.

"What did I tell you about those hands?" Clearly not annoyed. Clearly enjoying it, rather a lot.

"You like 'em." Roy's morning voice came from deep inside his chest. She felt it everywhere as he pulled her closer. He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling. "Magic hands, you said," spoken against her shoulderblade, his hand exploring more and more of Jen's sensitive skin.

"Glurg," she groaned, saying goodbye to her last remnant of coherent thought.

Roy smiled wickedly. "What was that, dear?" The only response he got to that was one leg twined between his–his hands were evidently working said magic.

Everything was going swimmingly until, it being fairly early in the morning, Roy let out a massive yawn, causing his hand to still and Jen's world to come back into focus.

"Good morning to you, too," she said languidly as the yawn tapered off. She turned to face him and rubbed her nose against his.

"Mornin'." He kept his eyes closed, even when he dipped his head to kiss her. "You're up early."

"You and your hands," she reminded him. He just smiled against her mouth.

Some minutes passed as she gently dragged the ring on her left hand up and down his side, bumping over the hills and valleys of his expanding and contracting ribs. It was a strange thing he enjoyed and while she thought it was like when you drove a toy car over someone's body, the wheels eliciting a warm tingle, it was actually mostly because Roy loved being reminded he'd put that gold band on Jen's finger. He'd never tell her that, though–it would be too embarrassing, too girly.

Finally her hand rested on his hip, her arm tired. "What's on the agenda today?" she asked.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his brow furrowing. "Really?" he asked incredulously. "It's Saturday. Who cares?" The he made a slow half-smile as she rolled her eyes. "I know you're busy…" His voice lowered a notch as he attacked her throat with his mouth. "…but I'd like to pencil this in."

"God!" she said, half breathlessly and half annoyed. "Is that all you think about?"

"Yes," he replied automatically. "And the name Roy will do just fine."

She sighed. It was either stop him now while it was easy (well, easier) or stay in bed all day with someone who had a tendency to hog the sheets by wrapping them around his lanky body (probably just a ploy to get her to lean over him). As much as she knew she would enjoy that second option, she had a bit too much energy built up today. Maybe it was the lack of nightmares last night, maybe it was the…well, whatever it was she could already feel the gurglings in her stomach. She was hungry and there was no reason to loiter.

She jabbed him in the stomach with her finger. "Rooooooooooy," she whined. "Stooooooooop. We have to get up."

He sighed loudly against her neck. "Fiiiiiiiiine," he whined back. Just an overgrown child, he was.

"Incorrigible." Jen grinned at him as he rolled out of bed and stood up. He had lines on one side of his face where he'd slept smooshed deep into his pillow. He often slept like that; she was slightly afraid he was going to suffocate himself. She'd discovered this little habit on one of their first nights together, when he'd burrowed his face between her breasts so hard she was surprised he hadn't broken her sternum. Now she generally avoided his head when he was deeply asleep.

She bounced out of bed and stretched, her eyes sliding closed against the feeling. Roy, still trying to wake up, glanced over at her side and wondered how she could be so goddamned beautiful every morning and how he, big, ungainly lump that he was, could be this lucky. He let out a breath and passed a hand over his eyes, trying to dispel those thoughts before they went any further; she clearly was not in the mood for any shenanigans right now. Lovely word, shenanigans.

He shuffled over to her side of the room to retrieve some thick socks that had been flung there on some occasion. He slipped them on his chilly feet, the watched the spectacle of what appeared to be Jen being eaten by their bed.

"I need to use the bathroom, will you heat up a waffle for me?" Jen's voice was muffled as she dug for her own socks. "Oh, and can you set out a blueberry yogurt, too?"

"'Kay," he said. He would move, but the view was too nice.

"And stop staring at my ass!"

He pinched said rear and waltzed, chuckling, out of the room.

When she entered the kitchen, she found Roy reading a comic book and shoving bites of whipped cream-covered waffle into his mouth with one hand, and playing absentmindedly with a thin white object with the other. He didn't stop reading when she sat down to eat her waffle. "Whipped cream's in the fridge," he said around a mouthful of food, and she glared at him even though he couldn't see. Gross.

A few silent minutes passed as they ate their breakfasts–Roy was too engrossed in whatever he was reading to have any kind of conversation, and Jen just enjoyed watching Roy when he wasn't paying attention.

He'd recently been letting his bright red hair grow out, and it was now sticking up everywhere from sleep. Running her fingers through it had been just as fantastic in reality as it had been in her pre-relationship fantasies. Trying to stop herself from jumping across the table to ruffle his head, she made her eyes travel farther down his face. As the adventure in his comic came to a head, his teeth worried his bottom lip and she suppressed a shiver. When he'd been swooping in for their first kiss–first real kiss, not one of those terrified brushes of the lips he'd been prone to when they'd first started dating–her brain had somehow been functioning enough to wonder what Irish food his mouth would taste like. It had turned out only to be some mint gum he'd been chewing furiously since dinner, and since then she'd been cataloguing many different ones from him as often as she could. (Except for when he ate fried chicken–that turned her stomach.)

As per usual, her eyes were drawn to the ring that matched her own on one of his long fingers. It glinted merrily in the morning sunlight, and her heartbeat quickened. She'd put it there, and in doing so had claimed this man as hers, from the tips of his red curls to the bottoms of his (surprisingly soft) feet. He wore it almost always, unless he was afraid of losing it in some project he was working on. He was completely hers, and the girls on the fifth floor should not forget that. She was a bit surprised with herself–she'd never even thought of love and marriage as a child, and here she was becoming a saccharine mess over a wedding ring.

And suddenly she could hold it in no longer. "What're you playing with there?" she asked, taking a bite of yogurt.

He looked up, a finger holding his place. "What?" he asked.

"What are you playing with there?" she repeated, inclining her head at the object in his hand.

He brought the thing in front of him, seeing it for the first time. "Dunno. Just picked it up. Found it on the t…" His voice trailed off.

She smiled at him and waited. "Um," he said. Waited some more.

"Jen," he began, but his voice caught and he tried again. "Jen, does this say what I think it says?"

"If it says Pregnant, then yes." She tried to sound nonchalant, enjoying watching the wheels turning in his head.

Another few beats of silence while he stared at the word on the little gray screen. "Come on, you crazy…"

She couldn't wait for his brain to catch up. "Yes," she said, ultimately unable to stop the wide grin from engulfing her face. "I am."

She wasn't entirely prepared for how fast he leaped out of his chair, slid a bit gracelessly across the floor in his socks, and grabbed her in a bone-crushing hug. "Oh, my God!" he yelled, swinging her around and successfully knocking all air from her body. "Jen, you're wonderful!" He laughed and pressed his cheek to her hair. "My love."

"Roy," she squeaked, as she needed to breathe. He, however, was obviously not listening. "Roy!" she squeaked again, louder.

"Sorry." He loosened his grip, grinning like an idiot. "But not sorry. Look what we made, Jen!"

"I know." His joy was filling the whole room and it made her breathless again. "You don't care that you touched something I peed on?" she asked jokingly as he rained kisses on her face.

"No," he said between kisses. "Nope." She gripped his hair tight to stop herself from flying away. And after he'd tasted her mouth for as long as he could, he dropped to his knees and pressed his face to her abdomen. "Hi, baby," he crooned in a ridiculous voice that made her giggle. "This is your daddy. I can't wait to meet you." He inhaled her skin. "You know, I love your mommy very much. A whole lot." He looked up at her, clearly trying to hold back some very un-manly tears. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "I love you, Jen."

She knelt down, too. "I love you, too, Roy. A whole lot." He held her there for some moments. Even when her kneecaps began to hurt, she kept her head against Roy's broad chest, bunching and un-bunching his shirt in her hands. Soon she had to break the silence again. "We're going to be parents!"

"Yeah!" He thought his face might break with all the grinning he'd been doing this morning. "I have to tell Moss! I have to tell him I'm going to be a father!"

She smiled hugely at his excitement.

"I'm going to be a father!" Roy's blue eyes were shining. "I'm going to…" He stopped, looked at her. "Oh, God." He sank to the floor as a look of pure terror blossomed over his face. "Oh, God–I'm going to be a dad!"