A/N's: So ... this is it. The Epilogue. I would like to say thank you to all you wonderful people for making this such a success. if you hadn't voted, I wouldn't have been abale to write this. And although every single poll before was pretty obvious with its results, you guys didn't seem to really agree on the perfect ending, since out of the five possible options four actually all got the same amount of votes. So I tried to make it an 'all-around' epilogue. Hope you like it as much as the rest of the story and thank you again! You guys seriously ROCK. And by the way... I think the bra thing from the previous chapter is THE MOST commented thing I ever wrote. Thank you for that. Somehow it makes me smile...
I promise my next story will get my frequent updates. I have plenty of finished ones on my hard-drive. LOL
Several years later
When Morgan had told her – very effectively – that night many years ago that this was more for him than just a one night thing, Penelope couldn't have known just how much he meant it. She somehow had expected that after a few weeks, maybe months he would come to his senses and realize that they wouldn't work out like he had thought. But weeks turned into months, which turned into years. Six month anniversaries turned into one year anniversaries- On their second anniversary he proposed, down on one knee in front of her, presenting her with the most perfect ring she'd ever seen – just like the movies. They got married in spring, in front of all their friends and family. JJ and Emily were her bridesmaids, while Hotch and Rossi were his best men.
Their first year marriage anniversary turned into two, which turned into three and by the time they celebrated their fourth year, they were proud parents of two daughters and a son. Their first daughter was born two years into their marriage. The twins received one and a half years after that.
"You know, sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky…" Morgan murmured softly against his wife's neck.
"Yeah I wonder about that as well," Penelope smiled at him.
Morgan decided to take that moment to softly bite down on his wife, which made her yelp in surprise.
"You know exactly that is no way of escaping me, woman," Morgan laughed and curled a lock around his finger before he kissed her lips.
"Hm…. well, on our first night you tied me to the bed with my bra. I guess that was a very effective method of stopping me to leave…" Penelope agreed after his lips left hers again.
"And I would do it again and again and …." he placed another kiss on her lips. "and again…"
"You know…" Penelope started softly…" You never actually replaced my bra…"
For a moment Morgan looked at his wife, thinking, weighing his options.
"Didn't I?" he asked, at which Penelope just shook her head.
"How about…" he stared to suggest, locking his lips with her neck and being grateful that their kids were at their grandmothers' in Chicago for the week. "…. we find us some more of your underwear you wouldn't be too sad about when you …. needed to get … cut out of it again and I treat you to whatever you like come Monday?"
Instead of answering, Penelope just smiled, saw him get up and hold out his hands to her to pull her up from the couch before pulling her with him to the bedroom.
The scissors he already had in his bedside table. Just in case.
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