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AN: This is the end, folks! Here is the epilogue of Love of My Dreams…I hope you like it, and I hope to see some of you in the Pirates section, reading my work. It's possible (though not likely) that I'll write another Secret Window story in the future, but since I'm out of ideas, it might not happen. Unless someone has an idea that they want me to write for them or co-write with them, this is probably the last of my Secret Window works. Ciao, and thanks for all of your support!

Epilogue: Happy Endings Do Happen:

Nine Months Later: Author's POV:

Anything is possible in life, even when it doesn't seem like it and the world is against you. Mort Rainey and Kayla Baker had found that out the hard way.

When the two had announced their intention to marry three days after Mort's release, Kayla had promptly been dismissed from her job at the mental institution, and couldn't have been happier about it. Mort had been equally happy that she no longer worked at the institution, since Alex had been committed there as a temporary patient and had taken to hanging around Kayla more than necessary. The couple was glad to leave all unhappy memories of the mental ward behind them; the only thing they had taken with them was the happy fact that Holly and her husband, Tony, would be coming to their wedding. However, things tended to get more complicated afterwards.

Kayla's family members had been horrified that she was going to marry a former mental patient, and her parents had immediately flown to New York to talk her out of it. The three Bakers had argued with one another for days before her parents had angrily stormed off, refusing to come to the ceremony. However, her grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins from both her parent's sides had agreed to come to show that, even though they didn't exactly approve of her choice, they did so in order to give her some emotional and family support for the event. Mort had even flown in Kayla's best friend to be a major female pillar of strength, for which Kayla was extremely grateful.

The ceremony had taken place two months after the two had gotten engaged. It had been small (if you can call the 40-odd people who were from Kayla's family 'small') but sweet, with the best that Mort could buy: a simple white gown of silk and crystal beading was worn by the bride, and her bridesmaids (i.e.: female cousins, Holly, and her childhood best friend) had been dressed in pale blue. Mort had donned a custom-made tuxedo, and had happily watched Kayla be given away by her very emotional grandfather.

When the two had been announced husband and wife, sealing their union with a kiss, the sounds coming from the bride's family had been enormous, and Mort had suddenly been accepted into the family. Apparently watching Mort and Kayla be romantic and loving around one another had convinced all of her family members that she was doing the right thing in marrying him, and so they had decided to make him an official family member. The night had been filled with joy, laughter, and lots of food and drinks, making sure that no one had noticed the bride and groom leaving the ceremony for a night alone together.

Presently, said newlyweds were in Mort's cabin in the woods, enjoying much-needed peace and quiet. Amazingly, Mort's agent had managed to keep his affairs in order, and had maintained the cabin in the hopes that his friend would soon be released from the hospital. Mort was currently lying on the couch, his head in Kayla's lap as she stroked his hair, the two of them listening to the television blare the latest news from Hollywood.

As usual, the hosts were talking about the latest scandals, and the Rainey marriage was, of course, one of them. Even though it was nine months later, the press still thought that Mort was going to lose his mind again at any second and murder his wife in her sleep. It would have been funny, had Mort not taken it as an insult to his mental health and the love he held for his wife. Kayla, however, got a good laugh out of it, so Mort decided not to take legal action against anyone. Instead, he simply sat around the house and ignored it so that he could focus on writing out his story ideas. Surprisingly, Mort had actually published one of his works a few days after their wedding, and people were still buying it up as quickly as they could get their hands on it. Mort had done exactly what he had previously promised himself: he was providing a good life for his wife, and was doing a fantastic job of it!

"So what do you want to do tonight, Angel?" Mort asked, looking up at his beautiful wife's face from his head's comfortable place in her lap. "Movie? Music? Snuggling?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

She laughed, causing his heart to jump in his chest. "Snuggling sounds good," she said, tangling her fingers in his hair. "But after I tell you something that'll make the media lose their minds again when they found out."

Mort looked at her, suspicion in his eyes. "You're not adopting a pet are you?" he asked. "Because you know they'll claim I'm torturing it and eating it by the end of the week."

Kayla let out a laugh that filled the cabin. "No, I promise it's not like that," she assured him. "Although it will be really big news."

He sighed and closed his eyes. "Alright, love, spill it out." Mort waited for the shoe to drop.

"I'm pregnant."

Mort's eyes shot open and he sat straight up. That wasn't what he was expecting. Looking deep into her eyes, he saw she was telling the truth and jumped off the couch, pulling her into his arms as he danced her around the cabin. After several moments, he led her upstairs and the two of them curled up in bed, Kayla's head on his chest.

"I never thought I'd have a happy ending," he whispered into her hair as he held her tight and his eyes fluttered shut. "I never thought I'd marry an angel, or that she would give me a child."

Kayla giggled sleepily. "You know what?" she asked. She waited until she heard him make a noise of inquiry before answering. "I think that this would make a great story," she murmured before drifting off to sleep. "What do you think?"

AN: Okay, kind of sucky ending, but that's the best I could do without resorting to an extraordinary amount of sap and dragging the whole thing out. I hope that you enjoyed my story and that I didn't bore anyone too badly with it. Thanks to all of my readers and reviewers for your support, and I'll hopefully see you again in another category! If you're curious about my works, see my bio page for news and postings and stuff. Bye, everybody!