---The Epilogue---

Every once in a great while, there will be a great man who will sweep a remarkable woman with so much potential, off of her feet and into the sunset on his noble white stead. He'll be able to love her in ways that the woman could only imagine while she was a little girl, dreaming of her Prince.

"Rory," Finn whispered, kissing her ear as he watched her sleep. He'd arrived home from work hours ago, and he had just now grown tired of watching the beautiful woman he got to call his wife, sleep. "Rory, love…"

"Mmm," Rory mumbled incoherently, rolling over, and tossing her arm over Finn's waist. "When'd you get home?" she asked, her voice husky from hours of sleep.

"Hours ago," he told her quietly, slipping in her embrace, his thumb stroking her cheek. He watched as she opened her eyes, and gave him a loving smile. "Guess what—" he started, turning his head and looking at the clock on the nightstand. Reading it was now one eleven A.M., he turned back to her, a smirk intact, "today is."

Rory closed her eyes in thought, squinting her eyebrows, making a crease between her nose and forehead, before popping her eyes open, and laughing, "Our anniversary!"

"Three years," he sighed, pressing his forehead against hers, kissing her lips softly, and tenderly. "I love you, Rory Lifvergren."

"I love you more," she smiled, rolling closer to him in their large bed.

"I don't think that's possible, kitten," he purred, rolling quickly, and gently pushing her onto her back as he hovered over her, pressing kisses to her neck.

Rory laughed, arching her back upwards, her chest pressing against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clasping her left hand into her right, bringing Finn closer to her. She kissed his lips softly at first, before he reciprocated her actions, deepening their innocent kiss.

Rory groaned as Finn slipped his knee between her scantily clad legs, pressing into her core. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, reacquainting himself after hours of separation. Rory met him in a duel for passionate control, as she fumbled with the tie that had secured itself around Finn's neck. She pulled it away, throwing it to the side.

"Rory," Finn sighed, kissing her neck, as his hands worked their way up her pajama top, caressing a plain of warm, smooth flesh.

He slipped the offending piece of fabric off of his wife, and kissed the valley between her naked breasts. Rory moaned, arching her upper back upwards, while tearing his shirt off of him quickly. She pulled the belt out of the belt loops of his pants, and tossed it to the side quickly, before returning her hands to the button of his dress pants. She shoved them with her hands down his legs, leaving him to kick out of him, which he quickly did.

The rest of their clothes seemed to melt away as Finn kissed her breasts, and rubbed his hands over her thighs, and her hip bones. "Rory," Finn whispered into her ear, while nibbling softly on her ear lobe, "I want…" he groaned as he felt Rory's hands grope his hard length, "you… and me…" he groaned again as he started to pay attention to her actions.

"Hmn?" she whispered playfully, stroking him with both of her hands as she kissed a path of kisses over his shoulders and collar bone.

"I want to have a baby," he said, before he could find himself distracted by her hands yet again.

Rory pulled her hands away from him, and looked up at Finn, her heart thumping faster then it ever had in her life, including walking down the isle towards the man on top of her. "… What?" she asked, swallowing roughly, and blinking – her blue eyes scanning over his face.

He smiled slightly, and kissed the corner of her mouth, "I want to have a baby… with you, love."

"Finn," she breathed, cupping his face with her hands, focusing her eyes on his. She bit her lip, and furrowed her eyebrows, "Are you sure? … I mean, we could wait… we don't have to.. have a baby so soon…"

"Rory," he said softly, resting his forehead on hers, "I want this… I want you, and I want us to create something together… I want you to have my baby… I… God, kitten… I love you."

"Okay," she said, nodding… "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Let's have a baby… Let's…. wow… let's start our family.."

Finn grinned childishly, pressing a firm, passionate kiss on his wife's lips, as he rubbed his length against her center. Hearing her moan, he nudged her legs further apart, placing himself with his hand at her entrance. He looked at her, noticing her closed eyes, and her lower lip that was pulled into her mouth in anticipation. He smiled at her, knowing she couldn't see.

He pushed his entirety into her. He loved the way she gasped every time he'd initiate their love making – she way she'd be the one to push her hips into his, telling him without words that it was okay to continue. He loved the way they moved so well together.

He waited for the familiar press of her hips against his, which soon came. He began thrusting quickly, and hard into her, kissing her upper lip.

Rory moaned, scraping her nails up and down on his back, digging them into the small of his back, pressing down to feel more of her husband inside of her body. She pushed him up, and rolled over so she could lay over him, never letting him leave her core.

Finn groaned, and tilted his head back into the pillows, closing his eyes, his body writhing in pleasure as she rolled her hips forwards, and back. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down, as his own hips thrusted upwards.

Rory moaned, and arched her back, her orgasm quickly coming.

Sex with Finn was never the same, never duplicated. Every time she slept with him, it was different: it was new, and it was exciting. She couldn't ever remember a time when she knew what Finn would do next: whether it was kissing every inch of her skin, and caressing her body with chapped hands that tickled, and scratched her everywhere they ventured.

Finn moaned, his climax peaking inside of her, not held back by latex like every time before. He felt Rory's warmth mix with his own as she collapsed onto him, her head nuzzling into the nook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, letting his hands trace lazy hearts over her smooth back, as he kissed her temple.

"Love," he purred, closing his eyes… "I've never loved you more then I do right now."

Rory smiled, kissing his neck, sleep coming quickly to her closed eyes, "I know." She said, smiling internally at the thought of carrying his baby for nine months inside of her body… "And I love you too."