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Author's note: Okay, so I was asked to write an epilogue to Ten Rounds, and this what I came up with. Not sure how I feel about it, but hopefully it works. Let me know what you think!

"Well look who's finally off the couch!" Sonny teased as Carly sauntered down the staircase, toweling off her hair as she did.

"Oh shush." Carly stuck her tongue out at him. "I wasn't asleep that long." After they had reconciled earlier in the day, she had fallen back asleep, claiming that the room was still moving.

Sonny suppressed his smile. "It's nearly 3 in the afternoon," he pointed out. "Michael will be home from school soon."

"Oh." Carly ducked her head sheepishly. "Well maybe I should get dressed then."

"Nah, I like you in my bathrobe," Sonny said, grabbing her arm and pulling her against him. "Feeling better?" he asked, nibbling on her ear.

"Much better," she declared, smiling up at him. She kissed him then, forgetting about her dripping wet hair. "How long before Michael gets home?" she asked, edging them closer to the sofa.

Before Sonny could answer there was a sharp knock on the door. As it swung open, Jordan walked in, oblivious to what she was walking in on.

"Sonny, I'm glad you're home, I've got a copy of the divorce papers for you to go over and then I thought we could go ov—" She stopped when she looked up. "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Don't lawyers usually call their clients before coming over?" Carly asked as she tightened the robe around her waist. She ignored the look Sonny gave her.

"Hello Carly," Jordan said patiently. "That was quite the show you put on last night, how are you feeling today?"

"Couldn't be feeling better, thanks," Carly answered with a big smile. She turned back to Sonny and smoothed out the collar of his shirt. "I'm going to go get dressed," she said, running a hand through his hair. "I'll be downstairs shortly." With another pointed grin at Jordan she sauntered up the stairs.

"I'm guessing you won't need to look over these papers anymore, huh?" Jordan asked.

Sonny shrugged and poured two drinks at the bar. "Carly and I had a talk last night," he said, handing her a glass.

"Because all of the best, most coherent conversations happen when both parties are intoxicated," Jordan remarked. "Sonny, the last time we talked you said you weren't going to go through this again. Are you sure this is what you want?"

He shrugged again. "Carly and I, well, we keep each other going, you know?" he said. "We just fit together really well and sometimes we lose sight of that. It might take some time, but we're always reminded just how much we need each other."

"I see." Jordan laughed brusquely. "I suppose its my fault, I should have listened to my head and not just acted on anything else," she said with a shake of her head.

"Come on, don't be like that," Sonny said. "I am sorry, maybe I overstepped some lines last night, but I still respect you as a lawyer and I want you to keep representing me."

"It's always about you, isn't it Sonny?"

"Sometimes it's about me," Carly said, sailing back down into the living room. "I trust Sonny told you we wouldn't be needing those divorce papers after all?"

Jordan smiled tightly. "I'm glad you two are working things out, I see how perfect you are for each other."

"Well, if that's all then." Carly glanced at the door.

"Actually, I have some custody papers for Sonny to sign," Jordan said, reaching for her briefcase. "If you have the time, of course."

"Sure," Sonny said, taking the folder from her hand. "Carly, this may take awhile," he said, not looking up.

Carly stood there for a minute, realizing that once again, Sonny was sending her out of the room while he spoke to his attorney. Only thing different this time was that it was Jordan, not Alexis. "How long?" she asked, trying to stay calm.

"Half hour, forty-five minutes maybe," he said. "I just don't want you to get bored, that's all," he said.

"Right," she said through clenched teeth. "I'll just run across the hall and see if Jason's home."

"Okay sounds good. I'll call you when we're through here." Sonny still hadn't looked up.

"Mmhmm." Carly picked up her purse. "You might want to keep those divorce papers someplace safe," she said as she headed for the door. "You never know when they might be needed again," she added before slamming the hard oak behind her.

Screw staying calm.

"So let me get this straight," Courtney took a sip of her coffee. "You and Sonny got back together last night, and already, you're fighting?"

Carly shrugged. "I don't know if I'd call it a fight, but I'm not happy with him." Jason hadn't been home and Carly would rather give herself paper cuts than talk to Sam, so she had called Courtney and asked her to meet her at Kelly's.

"You made a bratty comment and then slammed the door. That's pretty close to a fight."

"Fine, we had a fight, what else is new?" Carly sighed. "I just don't like the fact that he insists on treating me like a child. 'I don't want you to get bored Carly. I'll call you when I'm done.'" She made a face as she spoke.

"You would have gotten bored though," Courtney pointed out. "I don't understand why you're so upset."

"Because! Courtney, he treats me like I'm Michael's age. He pacifies and patronizes me. And how would you feel, if Jason had sent you out of the room every time he wanted to talk to Elizabeth or Robin? I can't help but wonder what's going on every time they're alone! I mean that's how we ended up with Kristina after all."

"Carly, Sonny loves you," Courtney said gently. "What happened with Alexis is in the past, and I'm sure, from what you said, that last night with Jordan was mostly for your benefit."

"You think so?" Carly sighed, knowing full well how pathetic she sounded. She couldn't believe how insecure she actually was when it came to Sonny Corinthos.

Courtney nodded. "You know it too," she said. "Face it Carly, you and Sonny are stuck together forever." She grinned. "Because no one else can handle either of you."

Carly smiled in spite of herself. "You're right, I know," she said softly. She chuckled. "At least the divorce wasn't finalized, we don't have to have another wedding."

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Go home," she ordered. "Talk to Sonny."

"All right," she said, as both women stood. "Thanks for meeting me Court."

"No problem, I'll see you soon." They headed in separate directions. Carly spied Jordan heading towards her and quickened her pace.

"Everything taken care of then?" she asked smoothly once she and Jordan were next to each other.

Jordan nodded. "For now, yes," she said. "Of course, I may have more papers for your husband to sign next week."

"I'm sure you will." Carly locked eyes with the other woman momentarily. "Well then, I'll be heading home now."

"Of course." Jordan watched as she walked away. "Oh, hey Carly?" she called after her.

"Yes?" She paused and looked over her shoulder.

"That was some kiss between you and Coleman last night." With that, Jordan spun on her heel and left Carly standing there, her mouth hanging open. After a moment, Carly resumed her walk home, quickening her pace to almost a run.

The quicker she got home and washed her mouth out, the better.

"Hey, you're back!" Sonny said as she walked into the house. "Michael's upstairs doing his homework, I told him as soon as he's done you and I had something to tell him." He grinned. "I also made plans for you and I to have dinner alone tonight, to celebrate."

Carly just stared at Sonny. Either he was completely oblivious to her little outburst earlier, or he was just choosing to ignore it, she wasn't quite sure. "Fine," she said hollowly.

"Hey. What's wrong?" Sonny asked.

"Are you going to keep Jordan as your lawyer?" she asked before she could stop herself.

"I was planning on it."

"Won't that be awkward? I mean, since she has feelings for you and all."

Sonny brushed her comment off with a wave of his hand. "Jordan's well aware of the situation and I have every faith she can still be a dependable attorney."

"You mean like Alexis?"

Sonny sighed heavily. "Is that what this is about? You think Jordan is like Alexis?"

Carly shrugged. "Is she?"

"No." Sonny looked at her curiously. "Carly, are you jealous?"

"Of Jordan?" she laughed. "Hardly." She was lying and they both knew it.

"Come here," Sonny beckoned at her with a cock of his head. She sat down next to him. "You're my wife, Carly, I love you. I don't love anyone else, and I don't think I ever will." He looked down at his hands. "I know I haven't always been fair to you, I know I haven't always been faithful. I always come back though, Carly, at the end of the day there's no one for me but you. I'm sorry for everything I've put you through, and I can't promise I won't upset you ever again, but I can promise that I'll try not to."

Carly allowed a smile to creep to her lips. "It's not like I've been the perfect wife either," she admitted.

"Maybe not." Sonny wrapped her in his arms and settled back against the couch. "But I wouldn't have you any other way."

"Life would be boring if we didn't fight," Carly conceded.

"Exactly," Sonny said. "Our antics make us who we are." He leaned in to kiss her but Carly pushed him away. "Wha—"

"Speaking of antics," Carly shook her head. "You can't kiss me until I disinfect."

"Excuse me?"

She made a face at him. "I know I kissed—I kissed—him last night," she spat out finally. She shuddered at a brief flash of memory. "I'm going to go rinse with whatever I can find in the bathroom," she said.

Sonny laughed and pulled her back down onto the couch with him. "Oh no you don't," he said as he brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Stay here with me," he said bringing his mouth against hers.

As they kissed Carly felt another wave of happiness surge through her. She and Sonny would always have their conflicts; she knew that. Hell, they would probably have their share of screaming matches and slammed doors as well. But for all those angry moments there would be countless other happy ones, ones that would make the bad ones insignificant.

No matter how many rounds they went with each other, they always ended up emerging as winners together. The rounds they'd gone in the past were only practice rounds for what was to come, and if this past one was any indication of what they had to look forward to, then she was absolutely certain that they could handle whatever came their way next.

So bring on Round 12.