Five years later...

"Michael, we'll be outside," April called up the stairs.

"I'll be right out," Michael promised her.

He was in their bedroom half-dressed, only in jeans. He yanked a navy blue t-shirt off a hanger in their closest, pulled it over his head, and walked downstairs, heading for the back door.

When he stepped outside, April was sitting on the porch, her back to him.

Michael sat beside her and looked out into the backyard.

It was a beautiful autumn morning. The sun was shining and a light breeze was blowing red and gold leaves off trees.

Their son Ethan, was fully enjoying the weather, running around the old barn with Toby at his heels. The aging dog had gone gray over a year ago, but he could still keep up with Ethan whenever he wanted to, as long as it wasn't too cold.

Michael smiled as he watched the boy stop and the dog roll over so Ethan could give him a belly scratch. Ethan was the only one Toby liked getting belly rubs from. They had a strong bond.

"Ethan's looking more like you every day," April told Michael. "He's growing up so fast. Already five years old. It doesn't seem like that long ago that we could hold him in our arms."

She put her head on Michael's shoulder and they looked back out at their son.

"We should get him another dog when Christmas rolls around," April said. "One that can keep up with Ethan in the winter and to keep Toby company when we're at work and Ethan's at school."

Michael agreed. "That's a good idea."

They watched their son throw a stick for Toby in silence for a while before April spoke again.

"Did you ever think when you decided to stay human that you'd end up living the white picket fence life?" she asked Michael.

"What picket fence?" he joked.

April laughed, remembering a time when he hadn't understood the expression.

"No, I didn't," Michael told April. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

April smiled and they kissed.

"Gross," Ethan said from a distance.

April and Michael both laughed.


A/N: The End. Hope you all enjoyed. :)