Chapter 7

AN: The epilogue chapter. I have been having a hard time downloading things today, so sorry if there's a wait. Dedicated to all us hopeful romantics out there.

Derek was holding Penelope. He was playing with her hair, smiling as the golden strands slipped through his fingers. Her hair was the softest texture, like satin and silk combined. The ending of "Titanic" was going on, and he could hear quiet sniveling.

"I should've grabbed the stooges," she heard him mutter in to her hair. She couldn't help but laugh. She sat up and took a sip of water. He hit the stop button before the credits were done rolling.

"Lost love is just so sad," she said, putting herself back in the comfortable spot on his chest that was made for her. "We're so lucky."

"Yeah, we are," he said, leaning down for a quick kiss. "Not a lot of people have friendships as good as ours, much less marriages. I could've spent my life, jealous of Lynch!"

"It still amazes me that you dreamt about me," she said. "Really. Chubby-"

"Lush," he corrected.

"Dimpled-"

"Nicely curved in all the right places," he corrected.

She knew she wasn't going to win this one. She looked up at him, shaking her head. "Here," she said, placing her glasses on the tip of his nose. "You need these worse than me."

"No, woman," he said, holding her tight. He looked into her face, her beautiful face that lead him home, back to sanity, when the world was crazy. "You need to see what I see. Come on."

He dragged her to her feet, her protesting all the way to the bathroom. It was glaring after the dark living room. Bright fluorescent lights seemed to show every flaw. She looked into the mirror with a bit of a pout. She'd been feeling fat and bloated, but being pregnant did that to a person. "Derek.."

"What do you see?" he said, standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. He was leaning over, so his perfect face was right next to hers. It was unfair; the lighting didn't do anything negative to him.

"Me," she said, huffing. His reflected image arched a brow at her and she sighed. "Fine. Blotchy skin, especially when I've been crying."

"Soft, glowing, beautiful skin. Alive with feeling."

Her eyes were watering a bit. Truly, he was too good for words. "Overweight."

"Mmmm, ripe," he said, kissing her neck. "Succulent."

"Honey, look at me next to you. You're perfect," She said, turning around in his arms to kiss him. "It's okay. I once told you I wasn't the kind of girl men wrote songs about."

"Wish you could hear my heart," he said, resting his forehead on hers. "It composes a symphony daily."

"Derek," she said, tears rolling down her face. Then she laughed. "You know I cry easily now a days."

"Ah, who picked that damn boat movie?"

"God, how I love you!" she said, kissing him because she had to. "You are wonderful."

"I amaze myself sometimes," he said, grinning down at her before scooping her up to carry her to bed.