Perry and Della were attending a charity event. Ken had been invited and brought a plus one, Natalie. "Ken, what are you doing with my granddaughter?" Perry asked.

"Relax," Natalie said, "I'm twenty-one, not fifteen. Besides, this isn't our first date."

"Date?" Della and Perry asked in shock.

"We stayed up talking after you went to bed that night in Las Vegas," Natalie said.

"I knew we should have stayed up," Perry said.

"It could be worse," Natalie said.

"I don't see how."

"He could be a serial killer."

"Let's go take our seats for the show," Ken said in the hopes of dropping the subject. During the show, the assistant of the magician fell from a glass coffin to her death.

At one point during Perry's investigation, he asked Della to check with every optometrist in the city. All 257 of them. "I'll help you," Natalie said.

"Good, because I could use a hand with this."

"Are you mad about Ken?"

"Why would I be mad?"

"Well, because we kept it from you."

"Every single one of our children kept their relationships a secret until they were ready to tell us. That's nothing new."

"My parents snuck around?"

"Well, your mother was my radiation nurse and they weren't sure if she'd get fired for dating the son of a patient. She gave your father her phone number after one of my appointments."

"Seriously?"

"They flirted on the sidewalk while I was falling asleep in the car. Your grandfather set them up. He lied and said he had to take one of the kids to the doctor and your father needed to pick me up. I guess your father called her that night and the two stayed up talking for hours."

"What did they talk about?"

"I didn't want to know. Now, I believe we have 257 calls to make." It ended up being 258 calls, but they were able to clear Perry's client.

That night, a phone call came into Della and Perry's suite. "Darling, Nicky's on the phone and he wants to talk to you."

Della took the phone, "hi, sweetheart."

"Mom, I talked to Natalie and I wanted to tell you something."

"What?"

"I did call Nancy that night after I'd picked you up. I called her and cried because I couldn't see how that was making you better. I was losing faith that you would pull through because of how weak you were. I confided in her about losing my biological parents and how much you mean to me. She listened and comforted me. That's what I spent my first full conversation with my wife talking about."

"I'm sorry," she said emotionally, "I've just put you through so much."

"Eh, I'm used to it by now."

Della laughed, "I love you."

"I love you too, mom. Oh, and thank dad for Ken. He's really a great guy and he's wonderful to Natalie and Ella."

"He grilled him earlier."

"What? That's my job."

"You snooze, you lose," Della said. The phone call ended and Della looked at her husband. "We really did a great job raising him."

"All of our kids turned out great. Mainly because we're just that good."

"Isn't that what you said when you found out we were having twins?"

"No, I said that I was good."

"They're fraternal, so technically, I'm that good."

"I never win."

"Well, you win in the courtroom. Just not at home."

"I should send you to your room."

"Only if you come with me."

"Yeah, okay," Perry said as he quickly stood. He grabbed Della's hand and pulled her to the bedroom.

The next day, everyone headed back to Los Angeles. Perry and Della had decided to go to their cabin instead of going home right away. Perry had actually wanted to take the boat out, but Della wasn't crazy about the idea. "Are you going to tell me why you were so against taking the boat out?" Perry asked once they were settled at the cabin.

"I just didn't feel like it."

"You forget how well I know you."

"Alright, fine," Della said, "I just didn't want to wear certain clothes."

"Why not?"

"Perry, look at me."

"You're beautiful," he said.

"I'm not as thin as I used to be. I have scars and stretch marks. I just don't feel comfortable in certain clothing anymore."

"Della, neither of us is as thin as we used to be, but that's okay. You are beautiful. I love every wrinkle, scar, and stretch mark. The scars show your resilience. The stretchmarks are reminders of the hard work your body did to bring our children into the world."

"How did I get so lucky with you?"

"I'm the lucky one," he leaned in and kissed his wife.

"Wrinkle?" she asked when the kiss ended.

"Yeah, I was hoping you hadn't noticed that one."

Della laughed, "I love you."

"Not as much as I love you."

The next day, the couple had a lazy day at the cabin. Perry doted on his wife and did everything he could to make her feel beautiful. He had always treated her like a queen. That night, the couple sat in front of the fireplace and held each other. "Why don't we come here more often?" Perry asked.

"Because you're running all over the country trying to save everyone."

"Not everyone," Perry said, "just those who have been wrongfully accused."

"We'd be able to spend more time here if you retired, but I don't see that ever happening."

"Why not?"

"You're a workaholic."

"Della, Nicky and Nancy practically run the entire practice at this point. Vivian is joining us with Thomas. Ken's going to join us, and Natalie will once she finishes law school. I've taught them everything I know. That way I can ride off into the sunset with my best girl."

"Well, when you're ready to retire, I'll be ready too."

"This whole time, I've been waiting for you to be ready."

"You have not," Della said with a smile.

"No, but I think we should both be ready."

"It will be strange to retire. Do you think you're close to being ready?"

"No, I don't."

Della sighed with relief, "good," she said. "I don't think I'll be ready for a while."

"I am ready for bed."

"Well, let's go."

The couple would discuss retiring on occasion. It was usually to see where the other one was with the decision.