AN: Hey guys, again.
This is a little fic I wrote today just to get my imagination to work again in overdrive so that you, dear The Mentalist fanatics, can enjoy some of my thoughts about how Patrick and Teresa should be together…
This is my last chapter on this fic. I promise I'll write another fic soon.
Review, if you want to… Or better yet, send me a Patrick Jane as a Christmas gift… Oooohhh! Like an Adonis with a bow on himself... I know, my mind is WAY too dirty.
Disclaimer: Nope, The Mentalist still doesn't belong to me. I wish it did.
I'd have Patrick Jane naked all the freaking' time.
BTW, thank you all for reading, reviewing this fic. Love you guys (and love Patrick too)
He woke up feeling a light weight resting in his chest.
He remembered the previous night's events and smiled, opening his eyes just to see a brunette sleeping soundly.
Their fingers entwined and he could see two little golden bands shinning.
His smile grew wider and he felt her move.
She woke up when she felt something caressing her fingers.
She remembered everything and smiled against his chest.
He felt her smile and caressed her hair.
He could wake up like this every day for the rest of his life.
He didn't need anyone's comprehension but hers, he didn't need anyone's love but hers. He loved her and she loved him back.
They would be walking side by side, holding hands, together, until they died.
She accepted him, she kept him by her side, she helped him catching Red John, she protected him, she helped him survive, she taught him to love again.
They trusted each other, they believed in their fate and in their love.
They aren't just married.
He isn't just happy.
She isn't just pregnant with his child.
They are bonded.
They believe in fate.
From the beginning they were meant to be.
They now are ONE.
THE END!