Epilogue –

I wrote this, purely because Fanfiction wasn't posting the story in T section after it was changed. Story is Complete.

Little bit of Future Sugar.

When they fight, they fight,

And when they come home at night they say,

I love you baby. ~ 'When they Fight' By The Generationals.

The sun was hot and glaring as it cast a complete, almost dewy glow onto the glass walls of the penthouse.

She was always up before him. It was a habit she would never break; as she stood, lent up against the balcony rail, wearing a large flannel red shirt rolled up at the sleeves, casually sipping at the steaming hot mug of coffee in her hands. She had developed a habit of standing in this spot every morning without fail. He tried to get up before every day; so much that it had become a game between them now; and 6 months on, she had won every time. And she would continue to stare at him, half naked; the quilt wrapped around one leg, snoring quietly into her side of the bed as the busy streets of Manhattan rumbled around them...probably fr everyday they lived here.

She found it fascinating to watch him; watch the way he pouted as if reacting to a snarky comment of hers in his sleep; watch his hands move, clench, unclench and huff as he changed positions.

It was official: She had married a baby.

It was his cellphone that started to ring.

She popped her coffee on the table, darting past him to grab the phone in time to cancel it before he stirred. As she reached over, her hand inches away from the phone; she felt a grab at her waist and was tackled into the quilt, Harvey's bare arms clamping shut around her; causing her to elicit a minor yelp.

The cellphone continued to ring.

"Aren't you going to let me get that?" She struggled with the words as he pulled her into the bed; his head appearing in the crook of her shoulder.

"It's a Saturday, I'm busy." Harvey said; his voice still hoarse with sleep as he nestled in against her.

"Wow, you've changed your tune. What happened to the workaholic we all knew and loved?"

"He's taking a day's vacation." He said, absently blowing at the stray copper hairs near his face.

"And what do you have planned on this momentous occasion?" She asked; feeling him unbutton the middle of her shirt and slide a hand against her ribs.

"This is pretty good start," He mumbled, smiling against her neck.

"You're ambitious,"

"I've been called worse things," He replied between the small kiss along her jaw.

"It was Mike by the way,"

"What?" He said, his hand stopping immediately.

"Caller I.D.?"

"Why do you think I didn't answer it," He said in a patronizing tone.

She rolled her eyes. "Smartass; continue please."

Fin.