Hellllllo. The other day, I wrote the very last chapter of this story. And yesterday I started the epilogue. The end is good, in my opinion, so keep reading. You won't be disappointed. Thank you to Bloodlustnight, Asanra, and LL for the reviews for the last chapter. They are greatly appreciated.

Let me tell you, I was a mess all of Saturday. The day seemed to drag on and on, and I thought 7:00 would never come.

But it did, and before I knew it, I was borrowing my brother's car to go pick Marron up. It seemed weird, picking up my wife for a date. And it wasn't even a date. Ah, it didn't matter. The fact that I was going to have dinner with Marron made me almost-- giddy.

I zipped over to the old apartment complex, memories flooding my thoughts. I could remember every time Marron and I had walked through the parking lot. I remembered when we danced out of the limo after the engagement ball. And when we found out Marron was pregnant.

Somehow, I managed to make my way to the door. It felt funny to knock on it when I had just opened it for so long. Anyway, the door swung open and I looked down to see Kira.

"Goten!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air.

I smiled and lifted her up. "Hi Kira! Where's your mom?"

"I'm right here." Marron was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. She was so beautiful. Her hair was pulled back and she had this pale pink sundress on.

I set Kira down and shook my head. "How do you do it, Mar? You look just as beautiful as the day I ma-- met you." Careful, there Son, you don't want to blow it.

She smiled and adjusted her dress strap. "Thank you, 'Ten. We have to wait just a few minutes. Trunks is coming over to baby-sit for me. He'll be here any minute."

"Oh yeah, sure. Don't worry about it," I assured. I felt a tug on my pant leg.

"Do you want to see my room, Goten?" Kira asked.

I grinned. "Sure."

She took my hand and led me down the hall. My heart almost broke as we passed Marron's bedroom. I couldn't help but wonder to myself if Trunks ever slept in that bed with her. I shuddered, reminding myself to find that out. And then we stopped.

The nursery that I had painted six years ago was transformed into a six-year-old's bedroom. The walls were still the same pink color, though it looked like they needed another touch-up coat. Those white curtains I had put up were still there, but the crib and changing table had been replaced by a bed and a dresser.

"Isn't it pretty? I cleaned it this morning."

"It's very pretty," I agreed.

"Come on, you two! Trunks is here!" Marron called.

I have to admit, I was a little nervous about seeing Trunks again. We hadn't spoken since the whole work incident a few years back. But he shook my hand and we acted like nothing had ever happened. Even if it was only for Kira's sake, it made me feel a little bit better.

And then we were gone.

~

"So what did you want to talk about?" Marron asked me as we drove through Satan City.

"Well, I actually wanted to talk about Kira. I don't think it's fair to her that she doesn't know who I am. I mean, come on, Mar, doesn't she ask about her father?" I asked.

Marron looked at me sadly. "She did, a few weeks ago, on Father's Day. And I didn't say anything, Goten, because it broke my heart. I pulled over the car and just sat there and cried and cried. I guess she realized that you were something I wasn't ready to talk about yet, so she didn't ask about it again."

Wow. I had no idea that she felt the way I did. Without taking my eyes off the road, I carefully wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it's time we told her the truth. One day, she's not going to stop asking questions just because you start crying," I said gently.

"I know," she sighed. "But she's only six years old! How is she going to comprehend some of the things that we did?"

"We'll just have to explain it to her in a way that she'll understand. Like tell her that we got into a fight, and decided that I wouldn't get involved in her life, or something like that," I suggested. It felt so right, sitting there in the car, with my arm around Marron. I realized how much I missed it.

Marron snuggled deeper into my shoulder. "Goten? When you sent me that card a few years ago, did you mean everything you wrote?"

We pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. "Marron, I meant every word I wrote. And I still do."

~

Dinner was so great. Marron and I just sat there, telling old stories, laughing, and remembering better days. It was like we were engaged or married again. Or even just best friends.

"Okay, okay, I've got one," Marron laughed, setting down her fork. "Remember the time you and Trunks went into that stripping contest, 'cause you thought it was a straight club, but it was a gay club, and all those guys wanted your phone numbers?" She was howling with laughter.

My nose crinkled up. "Shut up! That wasn't fun! And then the tabloids caught wind of it, and Bulma threw a fit!"

She laughed, and then her face grew serious. "What are we doing, Goten? I mean, here we are, sitting in a restaurant, I guess you would call us divorced, we have a daughter, and we are still just as in love with each other as the day we got married. So why aren't we together?"

That was a good question. And I had no idea how to answer it. "Aren't you still with Trunks?"

She shook her head. "I broke up with him. I told him that it wasn't fair to keep being with him when I was still in love with you," she whispered.

"Well, then I think that's a good thing. Because I'm still madly in love with you, Marron."