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A/N: Here it is, the end. Hope you enjoyed the enjoyed the journey! :)

Chapter 10

Tony and Angela collapsed into the uncomfortable airplane seats, grateful for a chance to rest. Leave it to Mona to book them their honeymoon trip and neglect to tell them they were leaving until two hours before departure. As if the marriage, a new job, and a new grandchild weren't enough to deal with, Tony thought, but to pack and rush off to the airport... He shook his head and smiled. Mona was still very much Mona, he decided. He glanced over at Angela and the smile deepened. She sat there, eyes closed, head back against the seat. And in spite of her obvious weariness, he couldn't help but admire her. His wife, he mused, still growing accustomed to the word in his head.

They hadn't really spoken since the group hug in the kitchen, so wrapped up in preparations and their own thoughts. But it really didn't seem to matter. They'd always been proud of their ability to talk to each other about anything, but their unspoken communication often said so much more.

As the plane rumbled to a start, Angela opened her eyes and looked over at him. They shared a tired but content smile as he reached over and took her hand in his. Yeah, he thought, this is how it's supposed to be.

Angela was grateful for Tony's hand grasping hers as they accelerated down the runway. No matter how many times she flew, she still dreaded that stomach dropping rush as the plane gained speed and took off. At least she didn't get airsick. That really would have been a fun way to start a honeymoon. She glanced at Tony again, wondering if he ever suffered from the same fears troubling her. He was staring out the window, silently watching the city disappear beneath them. Somehow, she didn't think his fears included flying or heights. There was so much she wanted to say to him, so much they needed to talk about. What a difference a day makes, the thought resounded in her head. She closed her eyes again and leaned back into the seat, mentally counting off her blessings. As her thoughts drifted to the future, she couldn't help but think of Sam and the baby, and Tony's reaction to the news. He had surprised her. She thought he would go ballistic, fly off the handle, just as he had done in every other moment Sam had taken a step into adulthood. The look of sadness in his eyes as he stood in the kitchen had broken her heart. She wondered about this side of Tony, if it was a new remnant of their time apart, or if it was something that had always been there but buried deep inside. He had been great with Sam afterwards, teasing her and babying her at the same time. He was something, her Tony. My how she loved him...

Angela nestled into Tony's side and slept soundly as they winged their way towards their honeymoon paradise. As the sun fell low in the sky, Tony gently shook her awake. "Ang, wake up. You've got to see this. We're chasing the sunset."

She opened her eyes reluctantly but was instantly mesmerised by the view out the window. "Oh Tony," she breathed. "It's so beautiful. It's like an ending to a fairytale. You know, riding off into the sunset and living happily ever after."

He grinned at her, seriously considering her words in spite of the gushing that came with them. He didn't want to contradict her but... "You're wrong." He spoke quietly but firmly. Angela peeled her gaze away from the window to look at him questioningly. "I'm no Prince Charming and our life, well it hasn't exactly been a fairytale. And I don't think this is any sort of ending, just a new beginning, a brand new life."

Angela smirked a little at his words and playfully replied, "I don't know, I've often thought of you as my knight in shining armour, or apron at least."

"Yeah?" his face brightened as he briefly entertained the image in his mind. Her laughter snapped him back to reality and he continued, "As for the happily part, well..."

"You don't think we're going to be happy?" She was still trying to figure out where he was going with this.

"Oh, we'll be happy alright, but we'll be sad sometimes too. We'll fight, we always do. We'll make up..."

"We always do." Angela echoed with a smile.

He held her gaze for a long moment before continuing. "You may have been right about one part though. The ever after part, I think that's us."

"So do I." She smiled again and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips. Then she curled back in against him and they watched the sun dip slowly beyond the horizon.

And they lived...pretty close to...happily ever after.