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Epilogue: Eat, Drink and Be Merry

You go to heaven for the climate and hell for the company. – Mark Twain

Watching her sleeping form Charlie could tell Dani was just waking up. She was wearing one of his shirts that seemed to engulf her and damn did he like that it engulfed her. She was in her normal position of sleeping on her stomach and somehow even though she was petite she took up most of the bed by laying across it diagonally. He knew his wife was still hot, the years had been good to her. She still looked amazing while he was getting a slight not really beer belly, more of a fruit belly; even though he told her about the only mammals who don't have live childbirth are the platypus and echidna, three more times over the years.

The first time saying, "Isn't live birth a main component for being a mammal and yes I'm still reading the ZooBooks. They're informational."

The second time saying, "Didn't you tell me this when I found out about Joan?"

The third time saying, "You told me this when I was pushing out Kevin and pregnant with Joan and Tom. Trust me this is the last time you tell me that fact, because if you can somehow get me to lay eggs or you carry the next kid, I am not going through that pain again."

Turns out his wife was right. The last child she pregnant with was their second youngest Karen. They adopted a baby named Charlie a few years later. Dani liked that she did not have to go through childbirth and Charlie pointed out it was a bit like a platypus if you think about it.

He was given a patented; "Do I have to give you a drug test?" look.

Of course later when Kevin was assigned the platypus for a school assignment on animals, he was hopping around the house shouting out random facts:

"They are mammals."

"They are the only other mammal besides an echidna that does not have live childbirth."

Charlie had to first convince her it was a legitimate assignment, secondly not to call the teacher, chew her out then ask for a new animal and thirdly that he had nothing to do with it. The last one was hardest to do because he was smiling the whole time and giggling.

That was over five years ago.

Today, all seven members of the family were back under the same roof.

"Shit," said Dani, looking through the window at the light sky. "What time is it?"

"A little after 6."

"Did you turn off my alarm?"

"I like watching you sleep."

"Hmm, well I have to go for a run."

"How about another type of work out?"

Dani sat up looking up at him, her eyebrow arched.

"Did you just use that line?"

"I think I did," he said waggling his eyebrows and toeing off his shoes and socks.

She made a strange noise in her throat that some might think she was mocking them or expressing that she was not amused. It was not.

Charlie figured it out when at her uncle's house. When she was walking downstairs to, "scold" Kevin. It was the noise she made when she was trying not to giggle. He enjoyed the fact that he knew Dani Reese with just a little of 20 years over in the LAPD giggled. The thing he enjoyed more was that if you pushed she would laugh so hard it was silent. That had happened on more than a few occasions over the years to the woman who is now Deputy Chief of Homicide. His wife who when she was in her third trimester with their second child and on maternity leave stopped an armed gunman at her favorite ice cream shop, by using a particularly pointy ice cream cone and what she said was, "my fucked up, pissed off hormones." The thing he enjoyed most was that if one was really lucky she would snort and he pretty much knew he was the only one who ever got her to do that.

Charlie climbed into their bed not even bothering to take off the rest of his suit. He laid flat on his back and pulled his wife on top of him.

He kissed her lightly on her lips, just enjoying her taste, kissed her forehead, his nose brushing past her hair. It smelled like the orchard. That was a good first anniversary, under the trees, she was on top of him, the bark only slightly biting into his back, it started raining but they kept one another warm.

"Mmmm…"

He could feel himself getting drowsy, his red eye flight catching up with him and lost in their memories, her smell, her body warm and comforting on top of his own.

"Charlie," she said her voice rough, "You made me late for my run, you owe me a work out."

"Did you know the sloth sleeps 15-20 hours a day?" he mumbled into her neck.

"Charlie you are not a sloth," she said kissing and licking his neck, while somehow loosening his tie. "Besides I think you are obligated as my husband, it was in the vows somewhere."

"I don't remember that."

"You know being a sloth is one of the seven deadly sins?" then returned to giving him what would probably be a horrible hickey.

"They've condemned a whole species now?"

"No, being lazy," she said unbottoning his shirt. "Now take off your coat and jacket."

"Gone a whole week and I can only really sleep when with you," he said obliging her request.

"Still being sinful," she breathed into his ear.

"Well I'm not the Catholic."

He heard his wife sigh, kissed him, then she sat up and seemed was going to leave him. He put his arms around her waist to stop her from getting up. "Don't leave."

"I wasn't going to leave you, you moron," she said. "I'm just getting what I wanted."

That's when he felt his belt get unbuckled and heard his zipper. He could feel her warm hand in his pants and OH. She did not play fair. His eyes widened and he smiled. Like always she was right. He was not a sloth. He was the good little husband who stood at attention for her. Only and always her. That's when he noticed she had lifted his hands up to the headboard and made him hold on.

"I think you are the sin in this bed," he said.

She must have decided he was talking too much because she leaned down and captured his mouth in a kiss, one that when she pulled away he was breathless. She would always leave him like this, panting, chest heaving and wanting to touch her some more. She looked at him with a Cheshire grin, slid down his body, sat up; she pulled off her shirt and then stood towering over him like some ancient goddess. She pulled his pants down to his knees and sat back down straddling his waist.

"You know you love it," she said, taking him in hand.

"Yes," he said in low voice at the woman in front of him. "And good God you are deadly."

-End