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"Ugh, give me the blanket," Erika mumbled as she was hit with a blast of cold air the next morning. "It is flipping cold Brock."

"Maybe you should have some clothes on then."

"Don't act like you aren't enjoying the show." She looked up and saw the smirk on his face. "You are such a male. Give me the damn blanket, and you go put some clothes on."

"No, that's ok." Erika sat up and looked towards the open door.

"You should at least share, you wouldn't want Mya to walk in on this." Brock's eyed widened, and he tossed her the blanket. Erika wrapped her self back up and busted up laughing. "Brock, you are so gullible."

"What are you talking about? I don't think she needs to be scarred at such...a...young...wait a second." Erika completely lost it and Brock started tickling her. "You are a blanket thief of the worst kind." They settled down, and Erika leaned back against his chest.

"Like I said, you're just gullible. She's still with Heidi and Steve."

"I realize that now, thanks." They sat comfortably for awhile longer, before Erika wrinkled her nose at Brock.

"You stink, just so you know."

"Thanks Rika. You don't smell like roses yourself." She pried herself from his gasp and got out of bed.

"That's why I'm going to take a shower." She started walking towards the bathroom, and Brock couldn't help but try to embarass her.

"You should really put some clothes on."

"And why is that?"

"No body wants to look at that," he said, indicating her body.

Erika slowly walked back beside the bed, and leaned down until her face was right in front of his. "It's kind of funny that you enjoyed the view a few hours ago, isn't it?"

"You better get in the shower before I drag you back in here," he said with a mock gruff voice."

"Are you sure you want me to go?" He kissed her and got out of bed himself.

"Yeah...but do you want company?"

"Mmm, that sounds nice." Brock's cell phone rang, interrupting the moment. He looked down at the caller ID and groaned.

"Damn, it's someone from corporate. Save me some hot water?"

"Of course." Brock watched until she closed the door before answering the call.

"Hello?"

"Brock, this is Vince."

"Vince?" Brock knew he sounded more than a little shocked. Vince usually had lackeys for calls to the talent.

"Yes, do you have a minute?"

"Sure. What did you need?"

"A favor, actually. I read Erika's article, and wondered if you two would mind doing a segment for Confidential."

Brock sat back on the bed, stunned. "I...I don't know, I would have to talk to Erika. She's guarded about what happened Vince. She wouldn't be able to talk until after the trial anyways."

"Which is when?"

"The first week in January."

"So a little more than two months. Talk with Erika and get back to me.

"I'll do that."

"Thanks Brock," Vince hung up, and Brock heard Erika shutting off the water. She came out a moment later wrapped in her towel.

"There might be some water left for ya," she tried teasing, until she noticed the look on his face. "Hey, are you okay?"

He shook his head, unsure. "I don't know. I've got something to ask you."

"Shoot." She sat next to him and started towel drying her hair. He just sat there looking nervous until she stopped what she was doing and took his hand. "Hey, after everything that's happened, I think you can talk to me without being nervous." He smiled.

"You're right, I know that. The thing is, Vince called."

"You mean someone called for him?"

"No, Vince called."

"Oh. He never does that."

"I know, that should tell you something."

"It does. Be afraid, be very afraid." She let go of his hand and went in search of some clothes. "So what did he want?"

"He wants us to do a feature on Confidential."

"That's not funny Brock. Who really called?"

"Rika, I'm not kidding. After the trial, he basically wants us to tell our story." Erika sat down with a thud.

"Why?"

"You're a writer Rika, you know the value of a human interest piece."

"When does he want to know?"

"As soon as you decide." She nodded, got up, and resumed her clothes-searching.

"If you're okay with it, tell him we will."

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It was later that day, and Brock and Erika had spent the entire day just relaxing with each other. They were curled up on the couch watching a movie when the door rang. Brock looked at Erika and stuck out his lower lip. She giggled and headed for the door. "You could have just asked, ya know. Since you're so lazy and all."

"Whatever gets you to answer the door." She pulled it open to find Heidi and Mya, who immediately reached for her.

"Ewika!"

"Hi there Princess! Did you have fun with Grandma?"

"Yeah. Daddy here?"

"Yep," she said and set the little girl down. Heidi walked in and set Mya's bag down before hugging Erika.

"Is everything okay? Not that I couldn't tell by your glow or anything."

"Funny. Everything is great. I think."

"You think?"

"Well, we didn't talk much last night, or today really. We just...hung out." Heidi gave her a strange look.

"That's strange. I'm sure he's just caught up in it all."

"I'm sure." Erika looked down at her watch and noticed it was almost time for supper. "Did you want to stay for dinner tonight?"

"No sweetie, but thanks. Steve and Logan are waiting for me downtown. I'll just go say hi to Brock, then I've got to go." She did just that, and Brock, Erika, and Mya were sitting down to eat twenty minutes later.

"Erika, have you decided what you're going to do?" Brock asked her.

"I got the job with the Tribune, and I start on Monday. I was going to ask if I could stay here until I found a place, which I planned on spending tomorrow doing. And then-" Brock held his hand up, interrupting her.

"Why would you look for a place?"

"Because I would like to sleep in a bed once in awhile, not just at my desk or a stadium."

"That's not what I meant. I meant, aren't you going to stay here?"

"Brock, we've never even discussed this."

"I know, but think about it this way. If you moved in here, we could spend more time together when I get to come home, Mya would have more stability, you could move in right away instead of having to go through the hassle of finding a place, things like that." He looked so hopeful that Erika hated to burst his bubble, but she had to ask her next question.

"This...idea of yours? It isn't just about conveniece, is it?" Brock looked her dead in the eye and reached for her hand cross the table.

"Not at all."

"Alright, I'll be impulsive."

"Great. What do you think of that Mya?"

"Of what Daddy?"

"Erika is going to live here?"

"Yay!" she said and clapped her hands. "I glad."

Erika smiled and ruffled Mya's hair. "Me too, sweetie. Me too."

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"Brock, you're sure about this?" Erika questioned yet again as they lay in bed later that night.

"Of course I'm sure, I wouldn't have brought it up if I wasn't."

"When did you think about it?" She snuggled into his arms and laid her head on his chest.

"Last night after you fell asleep. I couldn't help but watch you, and it just popped into my head."

"I know I'm stare-able," she mumbled as she started to fall asleep.

"That's not even a word."

"Uhhuh."

"No, it's not. Off topic, what do you think of enrolling Mya in a daycare/preschool thing?"

"I think that you just said something about her finally having more stability."

"Well, yeah, but you'll be working during the day, and some nights, and she should have kids her age to play with. She'll still be able to sleep at home most nights, and have a person who's always there, even when I can't be." Erika opened her mouth to speak, but Brock rushed to finish his thought. "But no, it's not about that, so don't go there."

"Do you think we can get her in anywhere? It's already November."

"I called around a couple weeks ago, and since it's not really school we can enroll her at any time."

"You're getting domestic on me," she said with a smile. "It's kind of sexy."

"Only kind of? Guess I'll have to turn it up a notch. We can even have a quote unquote family night on Thursday's."

"Wow," she pretended to be impressed, but a serious thought crossed her mind. "Do you think this is moving too fast?"

Brock kissed her forehead and pulled the covers around her. "Not at all, Rika. I love you, and there is nothing else I want more than to be with you."

"I love you too, and I want this so much, I was just always afraid to admit it."

"We're going to be ok, you know."

"I know. Believe me, I know."

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AN: Well if that isn't the kiss of death. Never ever say everything is going to be ok. You'd think they would know better, lol. I got quite a few remarks asking if the last chapter was the last one. I'm kind of obsessed with epilogues, so unless it says Epilogue/The End, the story shall go on :)

~*Lisa*~