Dislaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I'm just borrowing them... thank you very much. They are all owned by Hallmark Entertainment and also the creative imagination of Simon Moore. I do not in any way want to publish and make lots of money out of other people's hard work and ideas. If you're planning on suing me, then you better find a decent lawyer because I have asked Virginia Lewis Wolfson to be mine. And she has most kindly agreed to represent me. Or maybe I'll just bash you on the head with a bit of troll dust, or throw you in a broken elevator, ahem I mean matchbox shrunken into my pocket... because I am not at all violating the Copyrights.
The night was growing late, and the bright and beautiful moon hung loudly above New York City. Wolf and Virginia had been strolling around Central Park all night, discussing their unforgettable adventure, their love for each other, as well as the baby, and wondering what would happen now... where would they stay?
The two were beginning to feel exhausted. They were tired of walking, tired of talking, tired of thinking, tired of worrying. But they weren't tired of each other, so Wolf made a small "nest" in the middle of a few large bushes and tall, dark trees. There was just enough room for the two of them. Well, now three. Or four, including The Singing Ring.
Wolf lay down, and Virginia with him, his arms wrapped around her tightly as he breathed in her sweet scent. He remembered the time he first smelt her, not the little teasing traces, but the time they first met at her grandmother's posh flat. She was beautiful, well she still is, in fact her beauty has doubled, tripled, no quadrupled... Wolf could go on forever, but soon their minds both wandered into dream land, and for once, it seemed like the city that never sleeps was deep in slumber, and it was as quiet and composed as the nine kingdoms...
Yep, their life was really like a fairytale...