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~ Chapter Eleven ~

~ Six Months Later ~

"Honey!" Jennifer Jareau shouted down the stairs, she put her hand on her stomach, smiling at the thought of a little life growing inside of there.

"Yes darling?" Jamie grinned up at her, running up the stairs,

"I told you not to run." She rolled her eyes,

"It's been six months since they stitched me up and two months since they gave me the all clear, I am not going to break right now Jenny." She laughed lightly,

"I know, I know." She muttered,

"What's wrong anyway?" He asked, kissing her lightly on the lips. He had never thought this moment would be possible, both of them came so close to death six months ago. The bullet had only just missed his lung, and after surgery he was lucky to be straight on the road to recovery – despite his wife nagging him about taking it easy, if he was honest he would say ten years in a cellar would make you not want to take it easy. He liked to run now, he would run his wife every morning and evening just to feel the fresh air on his face.

He loved going out, just the thought of being around people thrilled him. He hadn't had it in so long, it was amazing to be back out in the real world. His wife had managed to pierce her lung when she thrashed around trying to get out of the chains that held her to the wall. Her already cracked ribs became broken, and even though she had managed to stay awake for him, trying to stop the bleeding, she had stopped breathing soon after.

Her recovery time was supposed to be even longer than his, but in true JJ style she insisted that she was fine and went back to work only two weeks after, despite the warning from her boss. He grinned down at her now, his hand on her stomach thinking about what he had been doing for the past ten years while she had waited for him. He always used to think about her, sure she would be married with children by now, but she hadn't. She was his, all his and he was going to keep it that way.

"I don't know," She blushed, shrugging her shoulders,

"You were checking up on me again weren't you?" He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance as he stared at the worry that was evident in her blue eyes, she looked down at the floor,

"Sorry." She whispered,

"Hey, I was only joking, I love it when you shake me awake at three in the morning to check I am still breathing." He half joked,

"I am scared of losing you again, I lost you for ten years Jamie, I couldn't cope if I lost you again, I wouldn't be able to do it."

"Hey, baby. What's brought this on?" He asked her, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes, she shrugged,

"Hormones I guess." He nodded, wrapping her in his arms, kissing her on the forehead,

"Nothing would be able to take me away from you, not now. I wouldn't be able to leave you."

"Promise?" She whispered,

"I promise." She nodded, pulling away as she wiped away her tears and smiled at him.

"I want milkshake, want to go grab some?" She said, pulling him down the stairs, he rolled his eyes, knowing he would have to get used to the sudden mood changes.

"Sure.." He muttered, pulling her into a hug,

"I love you." He whispered before kissing her passionately on the lips,

"I love you too." She laughed as he wrapped one arm around her waist as they walked out of the door of their new home, she had never been happier than when she was with him. This was what true love felt like, she told herself.

"True love doesn't have a happy ending because true love never ends."

The End.