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Eames led Estelle through the familiar door of their old apartment.

"I still can't believe you've kept it all this time," he had remarked.

"I had enough money," she had shrugged. "I just couldn't let go of it. I was hoping one day to have it all back."

Eames had hugged her close, "Well, now you can."

Estelle smiled as she remembered the pure joy that was on Eames's face when she had woken up in his arms. He had crushed her against his body as they both sobbed and held onto each other. Arthur had let out a low, choked scream as he pounced on the two, followed quickly by Ariadne who by that time was laughing so happily that she could have burst. Cobb gripped her hand so tight that Estelle thought it would fall off. He wouldn't let go and was beaming a thousand watt smile. It all reminded Estelle vaguely of when Eames had proposed to her way back when.

She tried to explain what had happened, but she didn't want to bring up Mal. All she had said was that she had found a really high cliff and jumped. They were all too happy to have questioned her about it at all.

When Estelle, Eames, Cobb, and Yusuf saw Ariadne and Arthur off at the airport, the young Architect had latched onto the Deceiver fiercely.

"I'll miss you," Ariadne had said.

Estelle had placed another delicate kiss to the top of her head, "I'll see you again, yeah? You can't get rid of me that easily."

"Good," Ariadne had smiled. "Because you're like...the sister I've always wanted."

Estelle had smiled widely at that, "As you are to me, dear."

Arthur had stepped up and hugged Estelle tight, "Don't blow yourself up before Christmas, you hear me?"

"Not that I was planning to, but why do I have to wait until after Christmas?"

Arthur smirked over at Eames, "Because this year's Christmas is going to be at your house."

Eames groaned, "Wonderful."

Arthur clapped him on the back. "Don't look so glum, darling," he had said in his best British accent, which wasn't very good at all.

They both disappeared into the security line and Eames turned to his beautiful Estelle, "I hate him."

"You love him," she had smirked.

They saw Yusuf off next and Estelle had told him that if he didn't keep in touch she would invade his dreams and make him see awful, dreadful things. Yusuf had gulped and quickly assured her that he would call her every day if that was what she wanted. Eames chuckled and waved him off.

Cobb was returning home to James and Phillipa, making Estelle and Eames promise to come visit. Estelle said that they already would be doing so even if he hadn't told them.

"I'm glad you're okay," Cobb had said. "I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you hadn't been."

"You and me both," Eames had nodded.

Cobb gave them a parting smile and turned to go through security. Eames and Estelle walked hand in hand back to their car. Estelle thought she had heard Mal's voice calling out to her, but when she turned around, nobody was there. She shrugged, not caring, and focused all of her attention to the man holding her hand and smiling down at her with such love in his eyes that her heartbeat quickened.

After three years, three long years of waiting to be with him again, she could finally stop. No more waiting. Her dreams had come true.

She played with Eames's fingers as she watched him smile fondly at all the rooms as they walked through the empty apartment. They stood in the living room, facing each other and smiling dopily.

"I thought I'd lost you," Eames said, pressing his forehead to hers.

"I thought I was lost too," Estelle gave a watery chuckle, her eyes already tearing up. "After all we've been through..."

"And you go and blow yourself up."

They both laughed and Eames pulled her closer, "But seriously...don't ever do that again."

"Don't worry," Estelle assured him, "It's not something high on my list of pleasant feelings."

He smiled at her fondly for a moment before whispering, "God, I love you, Estelle."

"I love you too," she stared into his eyes. "I always will."

Finally, after three long years, Eames swooped down and captured her lips in his. Estelle felt like she was exploding all over again, but in a so very wonderful way. It was beautiful, just as she remembered, and fueled with so much love and passion. They pulled away, grinning and softly laughing.

"I have waited so long to do that," Eames said.

"You've had plenty of chances," Estelle smirked.

"Oh yeah," Eames scoffed at that. "You would have shot me point blank if I had tried that back at the warehouse."

She shrugged her shoulders, "You never know."

He kissed her again, cutting off her train of thought, "Cheeky."

She smiled at him, dazed, "I fell in love with you, didn't I? You're just as bad."

"Hmmm, I suppose," he nuzzled her nose with his. "You'll just have to live with it, love."

"Now that," she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and drew him in closer, "I don't mind one bit."

"I hope this isn't a dream," Eames said as he picked her up and swung her around. She laughed merrily and wrapped her legs around him.

"If it is, then I don't ever want to wake up," Estelle said dreamily.

She took out her bouncy ball and held it in her hands.

Eames looked around, "You know what room we haven't looked at yet?"

She was still fingering the small purple ball, "Which one?"

He smiled coyly at her before walking away with her in his arms down the hallway, "The bedroom."

She slapped his shoulder, "There's no furniture, Greg!"

He shrugged with her still in her arms and kicked the bedroom door open, "Never stopped us before."

"No," she smiled suggestively, "It didn't."

He looked at her with a fire burning in his eyes, "I love you, Estelle."

"I love you too, Greg."

He set her down and she let go of the bouncy ball. It went bouncing away from her and down the hallway. She looked to see what happened but Eames closed the door before she could. With her totem forgotten about, she let herself go into a world of pure bliss and the love of her life as the ball rolled out of sight.

She never saw what happened to it.