Disclaimer: I own nothing but Christine and the plot.
A/N: I am so sorry that it took forever for me to finish this chapter. I was just too busy to do anything. Please forgive me. And I know that this is a short chapter, but I ran dry. Also, I just felt that it was the perfect ending to the story.
Christine was sitting in a big, overstuffed chair by the fire that was just right for a rainy day. She held the book, Labyrinth, in her hands and was reading it.
"What you do, cousin Cwissy?" asked Toby, coming to Christine's side.
"Reading a book," Christine replied. "This is how your mommy and daddy met."
"Weely?" he asked, his mismatched eyes wide with wonder. "Pwease wead it to me, cousin Cwissy."
"It is past your bedtime," said Sarah, coming up behind her son and picking him up.
"But mommy," whined Toby. "I want to know how you and daddy met. Pwease."
"I'm sorry, honey," smiled Sarah. "But it is past your bedtime."
"Won more minute?" Toby begged.
"Oh how can you refuse that?" Jareth asked, coming and kissing them both on the head. "Yes mommy, pwease."
"Your not helping me, Jareth," laughed Sarah. "Your supposed to be the father, not the son."
"Pwease," begged Toby. "I pwomise to go to bed after tat. I pwomise."
"Oh, all right," sighed Sarah. "But you better go to bed. Try to sum it up, please," she said to Christine. "I don't want him staying up too late."
"Okay, Aunt Sarah," replied Sarah. "Come here Toby, and sit on my lap." Toby happily complied. "And if I tell you this tonight, I can tell you about what happened before they got married." Sarah smiled as she watched the two. They had grown close in the past three years, and this made her happy. Her life was now perfect.
A/N: I am so sorry that it took forever for me to finish this chapter. I was just too busy to do anything. Please forgive me. And I know that this is a short chapter, but I ran dry. Also, I just felt that it was the perfect ending to the story.
Christine was sitting in a big, overstuffed chair by the fire that was just right for a rainy day. She held the book, Labyrinth, in her hands and was reading it.
"What you do, cousin Cwissy?" asked Toby, coming to Christine's side.
"Reading a book," Christine replied. "This is how your mommy and daddy met."
"Weely?" he asked, his mismatched eyes wide with wonder. "Pwease wead it to me, cousin Cwissy."
"It is past your bedtime," said Sarah, coming up behind her son and picking him up.
"But mommy," whined Toby. "I want to know how you and daddy met. Pwease."
"I'm sorry, honey," smiled Sarah. "But it is past your bedtime."
"Won more minute?" Toby begged.
"Oh how can you refuse that?" Jareth asked, coming and kissing them both on the head. "Yes mommy, pwease."
"Your not helping me, Jareth," laughed Sarah. "Your supposed to be the father, not the son."
"Pwease," begged Toby. "I pwomise to go to bed after tat. I pwomise."
"Oh, all right," sighed Sarah. "But you better go to bed. Try to sum it up, please," she said to Christine. "I don't want him staying up too late."
"Okay, Aunt Sarah," replied Sarah. "Come here Toby, and sit on my lap." Toby happily complied. "And if I tell you this tonight, I can tell you about what happened before they got married." Sarah smiled as she watched the two. They had grown close in the past three years, and this made her happy. Her life was now perfect.
