It had now been three months since that fated kiss. Derek and Casey still bickered, because they still loved to annoy the hell out of each other. And they were just as competitive as ever, if not more so. Except now, they kissed more than yelled and competed over things like who could plan the best date. They were happy, and their family was none the wiser.
It had now been three years since that fated kiss. Derek and Casey were off to university. Surprisingly, both got a scholarship to the same school. One for dance, one for film. Neither complained as much as they should have, but no one seemed to notice.
It had now been four years since that fated kiss. The family knew. And no one died of shock, no one was disowned. There was some questioning glances, some sleepless nights, a few hate-filled thoughts. After a while, things returned to normal.
It had now been six years from that fated kiss. He was working up the nerve to propose. She was anxiously awaiting a pregnancy test. Both were hoping for positive feedback.
It had now been eighteen years since that fated kiss. Careers, kids, mortgages. Neither thought that they would enjoy married life this much. Their four kids were healthy, happy and the dog was named Beever.
It had now been 60 years from that fated kiss. And neither thought that they would ever make it this far. He still held her hand; she still fixed his tie. They were husband and wife, parents, grandparents, uncle and aunt. But, above it all, they were lovers.