Disclaimer: I don't own ER. I'm actually not as happy with this part as I was last week, but here goes. The muses were being even more evil yesterday and tried to make me write a very angsty ending but I've refrained, I'm sure I promised someone that I wouldn't kill Neela off again so soon and I've been true to my word. I've loved writing this story, it started out as an experiment but its probably my favourite, though the next few chapters of guilt may be competing strongly. Thank you for all your reviews. As ever, please review.
Baby Jasmine arrived a month later. Healthy, beautiful, their miracle. It was all a miracle really; that he was still there, that she was still there, that they'd made it through.
Life was hard, challenging, working out his boundaries, pushing them. Caring for her, for them, for his family.
A new role for her, more challenging, more intense than any before. She loved it, loved caring for her, for him, for their family.
Two years down the line he proposed.
She said yes.
They planned, they organised, no rush, no hurry. They had each other and Jasmine, they were happy. They didn't need anything else.
A wedding a year later.
Him in a suit no tie.
Her a red sari.
Their little girl matching.
So many guests, proud of how far they'd come. Abby, Luka, Joe, who they owed so much.
He watched her form the opposite side of the room.
Watched as she placed a hand gently on her stomach.
And again orange juice not champagne and it made sense, he knew.
He knew that he couldn't be happier.
He was at her side, his hand joining hers.
Eyes meeting.
'Yeah?'
'Yeah'
Arms enveloping, face grinning, buried in her hair.
As it always should have been.
Happiness overwhelming.