A/N Sorry it took so long! I lost my notebook, and then I started writing it, but I wasn't even halfway through and it was longer than all of the other chapters, and this is the epilogue, so that was a bit of a problem. But I fixed it, so here it is! It's also more of a normal chapter than an epilogue, but the whole point of this story was to lead up to Nell telling Eric her IQ, and she has, so because this comes after, it has to be an epilogue. Plus, I'm just a fan of epilogues. Thanks to somuchmorethanpartners again for the help with this whole story along the way and to starrynightshade for her help with this chapter too! Hope y'all like it!

Epilogue

Eric Beale could never be happier. Well, at least, that's what he felt like as he was driving to Disneyland for his honeymoon. Nell and Eric had thought long and hard about where they should go, and Disneyland (as childish as it sounds) turned out to be the perfect place. It was close, so if there was an urgent case, they could be back at work in no time. It also reflected the somewhat childish nature of their relationship. Plus, one of Eric's childhood dreams was to be an Imagineer, so this was like a dream come true.

~o0o~

Eric glanced over at Nell. She was leaning her head against the car window, obviously trying to fight sleep. It was a short ride to their honeymoon destination, and the newlyweds were enjoying a comfortable silence as Eric drove.

After insisting that Nell stay in the car, Eric went inside to check into the hotel. When he returned, Nell was asleep. Eric was a little tired too, but Nell's day was probably was worse than his, just because she was a bride. He imagined that it took a lot of effort. Chuckling slightly, he gathered up their bags, trying to take as long as possible before waking up his wife.

"Hey, Nelly? We're all set?" he shook her gently.

"Hmmm . . ?" she sat up and shook her head, "Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep."

Eric smiled and helped her out of the car, "S'okay, you're cute when you're asleep."

Nell rolled her eyes and went to grab her bags, but Eric intercepted her. "Eric. . ." she complained.

"Nope, sorry, I'm carrying all the bags. It's my duty as husband, and also kinda tradition," Eric said, maneuvering all the luggage into his arms.

"I'm not helpless," Nell argued good-naturedly.

"Oh, believe me, I know. You're probably armed and definitely dangerous, but that doesn't change a thing," he said, managing to hold the door for her and balance the bags.

Nell rolled her eyes, "Next, you'll want to take the stairs."

"Yeah, no. The elevator is that way," he said, pointing.

Nell laughed and they made their way up to their suite. The whole way up, Eric wouldn't even let her press the button in the elevator for herself. He could tell that it was sorta getting on her nerves, but he really enjoyed annoying her a bit, and it's not like he didn't have an excuse.

When they got to the door, Eric dropped their bags in the hall and unlocked the door. Nell looked at him questioningly, "What're you doing?" she asked, eyeing him.

Eric just smiled and scooped her up in his arms. He kissed her to muffle her surprised squeal and took her inside, dropping her unceremoniously on the bed. "Eric Beale!" Nell shrieked as he returned to the hall to get the bags and shut the door.

"Yes?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eye.

Nell glared at him, "I think you know."

"But you love me anyway," Eric said cheekily, moving around the room unpacking. Nell tried to get up and help but he waved a hand at her until she settled back down on the bed.

"Eric, you don't have to wait on me hand and foot for me to love you," Nell said, raising an eyebrow. She was only half-teasing him.

"I know that. But I love you, so gosh-dang-it, I'm gonna be gentlemanly." He came to sit by her on the bed.

Nell laughed, "My mom always told me that a true gentleman is a gentleman around everyone: strangers, people he loves, people he hates . . ." she kissed him lightly, "She also told me not to fall for anyone who's not a gentleman."

"Did you take her advice?" Eric asked softly.

Nell smiled impishly, "I guess we'll find out in the morning." She kissed him one more time and spun away to the bathroom.

Eric sat a moment pondering her words. She'll know tomorrow if he's a gentleman or not? What could happen tonight that would—

Oh. Right. Wedding night. Eric blushed and picked up the hotel directory so he could have something to flip through until Nell finished in the bathroom. He couldn't say that he hadn't thought about tonight, because he definitely had, but once they got here all those thoughts were kinda drowned out by Nell. Well, all thoughts were drowned out by her. He honestly wasn't sure what exactly she wanted, so he wasn't going to bring it up. But now that she had, albeit indirectly, he couldn't stop wondering what it was she wanted. He shook his head and tried to focus on anything else. A few minutes later he heard the bathroom door open and looked up.

"Oh my gosh." Eric dropped the directory into his lap.

"Whatcha think?" Nell asked, twirling around. His mind worked to come up with something to say, but nothing wanted to come out. Nell laughed and climbed up next to him in bed. He automatically put his arm around her, finally finding some words.

"I think it's very . . . black and tight and lacey and, um, extremely sexy," Eric made a strangled noise, running a hand through his hair. He looked down at the fabric covering his wife and suddenly very desperately wished it wasn't there.

Nell rolled her eyes with a smile and leaned up to kiss him. He'd already had his arm around her shoulders, but now it slipped down to her waist as she moved closer to him to deepen the kiss. She climbed into his lap and ran her fingers through his hair. After a minute they pulled back to catch their breath, foreheads inches apart. Then, as if by mutual consent, they were kissing again. Well, with the way this kiss was going, Eric was going to get his wish.

Eric woke up the next morning with Nell pressed against him. Looking down at her sleeping form, he tried to figure out how to get out of bed without waking her up. It took some doing, but apparently she was really tired, because she didn't stir as he moved her onto the bed next to him, pulled the covers around her, kissed her forehead, and quickly walked to the bathroom.

He turned the water on as hot as it would go and took a quick shower. When he was done and dressed, he returned to the main room, expecting to see Nell awake by now. But she wasn't, which was perfect for his plan.

Grabbing a yellow sticky note from his bag, he scrawled, "Went to get you breakfast. Hopefully I'll be back and you won't even get this note, but if you do, I'll be back soon! Love you!" on it and stuck it to the headboard of the bed.

Turns out, it took him longer than he thought it would to get breakfast. The hotel provided trays for guests to take food up to their rooms, but the line was really long, so Eric had to wait in line behind a bunch of other husbands and boyfriends getting food for their loved ones. Then he had to wait in a different line to get the actual food itself. All in all it probably took half an hour at least.

When Eric came back into the room, Nell was sitting cross-legged on the bed, fully clothed and recently showered. Great. So much for a surprise breakfast in bed.

"Good morning," he said, as he crossed the room.

"Morning, Wolfram," Nell kissed his cheek as he sat the tray on her lap.

"You know, you weren't supposed to wake up," Eric said, sitting next to her and putting his arm around her.

Nell raised an eyebrow, "What exactly was I supposed to do?"

"You were supposed to stay asleep until I came up with the food. I was gonna surprise you."

"Eric, I woke up naked, a fact I expected you to remember, since it was kinda your fault."

Eric made a face, "I hadn't thought of that," he said.

Nell laughed, "Thanks for bringing me breakfast." She kissed him lightly, but what started as a chaste peck quickly escalated. Eric cupped her face in his hand and she was turning more toward him . . .

Nell jerked back suddenly, grabbing the tray in her lap, "Sorry, I almost spilled it," she said breathlessly.

Eric laughed, "C'mon, eat up, you don't want it to get cold," he nudged her playfully.

Nell rolled her eyes, but she did as she was told. "Have you eaten?" she asked when she was about half done with the mountain of food he'd brought her.

"Uh, no, I have not."

"Well, here," Nell thrust the rest of her food at him, "You brought me too much, anyway."

Nell watched him, smirking, until he cleaned the plate. "So what do you want to do today?" he asked, setting the tray on the bedside table.

"What do you want to do?" Nell replied, watching his face closely.

"Whatever you want to do . . ."

Nell sighed, "Eric, I love you, but this is your honeymoon too. You don't have to do everything for me, and you get to make decisions."

Eric wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck, "What if my decision is to do whatever you want?" he mumbled into her skin.

"Eric!" Nell pushed him away from her. "Stop being difficult."

"Okay, fine, you want to know what I want to do? I want to ride Mickey's Fun Wheel."

Nell bit back a smile, "Is that all?"

"No, I want to ride all the rides and eat ice cream and buy little mouse ear hats," Eric said, smiling.

"Then that's what we'll do," Nell said decidedly, patting Eric's leg.

Eric smiled and grabbed Nell around the waist, pushing her back on the bed. "Just so you know, I got to do plenty I wanted to do last night," he whispered.

Nell snorted and propped herself up on her hands, "Does this mean you don't want me anymore?" she mock-pouted.

"I don't think I could stop wanting you if your life depended on it," Eric paused and added thoughtfully, "Actually, I think I could do anything if your life depended on it."

Nell's lips quirked into a small, almost sad, smile. "Yeah, well," she sighed and grabbed his hand, "C'mon, let's go ride that Ferris wheel."

~o0o~

Eric most definitely enjoyed the rest of their honeymoon. They had a wonderful vacation (despite one annoying old lady) and when they returned back home they settled into their first apartment, then their first home. Eric was right, he never did stop wanting Nell, and he never stopped showing her everyday how much she meant to him. It seemed funny to him, looking back, that all this started with one silly number . . .

A/N So that's it! It's over! But part of the reason this update took so long was that I kept getting hit with ideas for their married lives together, so I might be posting some of those, if anyone is interested. I already have a one-shot written (it's about the lacey black thing Nell wore on their wedding night) but I want to know if anyone is interested. Thanks so much to everyone who's read/reviewed/favorited/followed this story, I love y'all so much! Thanks for making this the most read/reviewed/favorited/followed story I've written. Love y'all!