Epilogue ----

"Cation, please don't pick on your little sister. In fact, why don't you two go out and play, it's a nice day, you shouldn't be inside. Go start a game of blitzball," Yuna tried to hurry her eldest son out of the house. His brown-ish hair was unkempt, as with most boys, and his green and blue eyes so tell-tale of his mother.

Tidus walked down the stairs and grabbed their youngest, Miriana, from Yuna and kissed her gently.

"Ewww, kissing," Cation and his sister, Misora, said in unison and ran outside into the late-morning sun. "Game tonight, right? Do we have to take the kids?" she playfully whined, letting Miriana wrap her tiny hand around one of her fingers.

Tidus laughed. "You think they'd let you make them stay home? You know how much they love watching."

"Almost as much as I do. But only when you're playing. You look good when you play," she raised an eyebrow flirtatiously.

"And the fangirls agree," Tidus joked, and Yuna pulled her finger away from Miriana.

"The fangirls don't decide whether or not you sleep on the couch," Yuna smiled, looking him in the eyes.

"You know you can't resist me," he tried to look seductive, and failed almost-terribly. Especially with the child in his arms, he didn't look the part of a evil, conniving, seductive male. She laughed.

Yuna looked over the mail now that her hands were free, "Tidus, Rikku is getting married," she commented, giving him a sideways glance.

"I think we started a trend. First us, then Wakka and Lulu, now Rikku is finally getting married. You would have thought she'd been married a long time ago," Tidus smirked. Yuna smiled. "We've been married almost six years now, right?"

"Don't tell me you have to ask. And six years is nothing. Rikku's still in her early twenties, and you're stuck with me forever, remember?" She said, kissing him lightly.

"Being married isn't so bad. I'm just glad I'm not a girl," he smiled. "You had to carry this adorable display around for nine months, and I can just shove the kids off onto you when I want."

"It's not so bad carrying them around for nine months; you get a few months of me being grouchy and sick. Gives you time to think about if it's really worth it," she smiled. He just grinned and shrugged. Life was good.

That's not to say that they didn't get in their occasional argument, and it's not to say that he never messed up and had to sleep on the couch. But kissing and making up was never a problem, and sometime in the night, she'd go tug on his sleeve like a child to make him come back up to bed with her. Life wasn't perfect, but physically they still couldn't stand to be away from each other. And no matter where they were, they were never too far to know they were loved.

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A/N - I know, I know, unbearably mushy. But I just couldn't let it end. Leave me a review, PLEEEAAASSEEEE. .. . I just want to know how many people could stand it enough to read it this long. And some constructive criticism would be nice. But who the heck cares about my spelling. It's not a huge problem, so don't point out typos. I'm talking things like over-excessive ooc-ness, and things like lack of description, dumb plot, things that are VITAL to writing and can't be fixed by an editor.

Thanks so much for your patience and reading. Any and all flames will be disregarded and eaten by my fire-eating ferret who probably thinks you're stupid, too. ^^ have a nice day.