A/N: So here we are, everybody. I've decided I'll write three more chapters, maybe two or four, depending on the ideas that they whisper in my ear. They give me really good ideas, but so do you guys. You've given me so much support and have been so patient; it really makes me happy.

The rest of these chapters are dedicated to my friend, Benji, who I hold really dear to my heart. :')

Chapter 21-Third Person

"Fiona! Pancakes!" Marshall called from downstairs as Fiona pulled on her hat on. She licked her lips and slid down the ladder, leaping from it and running into the kitchen where Marshall was sitting at the table, sucking the red out of the red velvet pancakes he was famous for. Fiona could only make spaghetti, so breakfast wasn't really her strong-suit. She sat down and dug into her stack, smiling.

"Marshall, you really didn't have to do this, but I'm so glad you did," Fiona said, swallowing the last of her pancakes. Marshall smiled, his fangs glinting in the light as they always did.

"Hm, why thank you Fiona, I'm just glad we both got a good first meal. Now we can move on to more pressing matters," Marshall returned, standing up and taking their plates. Fiona's eyebrow rose as Marshall walked to the sink.

"Matters such as..." Marshall turned to her after dumping the plates in the sink.

"When, how, and who will tell Cake about our recent... activity," Marshall finished, which took the confused look right off of Fiona's face. Her confusion was replaced by realization and fear, pure fear.

"I... but... oh glob, oh glob, oh glob, oh glob, WHAT WILL WE TELL HER? We just decided to sleep together without getting married? That's breaking, like, all of her rules!" Fiona exclaimed. Marshall saw she was acting hysterically, and wanted desperately to cheer her up.

"Look, it's not that bad, we didn't have real sex. So Cake won't get all that mad, right?" his attempt to cheer her up failed, her lower lip quivering in fear.

"Actually, I'm gonna get real mad!" a voice shouted from behind Fiona. Fiona jumped to her feet, even Marshall yelped a bit. There stood Cake in the doorway of the kitchen, her eyes narrowed and her little fists clenched. She saunters in and sits at the table next to Fiona, who is still shaking. Cake rolls her shoulders and looks at Fiona like nothing ever happened, but Marshall and Fiona knew better. Cake was skilled at this type of thing, which scared the gloop out of everyone. She was the mom everybody was afraid of.

"So how are you, baby?" Cake asks, taking Fiona's hand. Fiona's mouth opens and closes, but she closes her eyes, inhaling and exhaling. She finally opens her eyes, somewhat calm.

"I'm fine, Cake. Thanks," Fiona answers. Cake draws back, but it's just an act.

"Really? Because you seem to have such a lovely glow today," she says, faking her surprise. Marshall shakes his head and sits down across from Cake.

"Look, I know you're upset, but what we did is in the past. Plus, we don't regret it. If our relationship is going to grow, this was the next step," Marshall explains slowly, carefully. "And Fiona said we couldn't take our underwear off, so really it wasn't as bad."

Cake narrows her eyes, this time thinking, then nods after a long time. "Alright, I guess I overreacted, but I just want you to tell me next time you, you know..."

"What?" Fiona interrupts. "I'll tell you when Marshall stays at my house or vise versa." Cake's jaw tightens, but she nods again.

"Of course, of course. I guess I'm trying to be like mom. She always warned us about boys," she admits, chuckling. Fiona lets a ghost of a smile manifest on her lips, but it disappears quickly. "Look, baby, I'm sorry. I came here to pick you up and take you home, but I guess I was just curious. You can get home, right?" Fiona nods.

"I'll walk you outside," Marshall says, but Cake shakes her head.

"No, it's alright. I'll walk myself," she gets up and hugs Fiona. "See ya later, baby." She then walks out. Fiona turns to Marshall.

"I better go, too," she says, standing. Marshall gets up and takes her hands.

"Do you have to go?" he asks, putting on his cute puppy-vampire face and touching Fiona's nose with the tip of his. She laughs and shakes her head.

"I need to make sure BMO is okay, but you can stay when you drop me off," she replies.

"Drop you off?" Marshall asks, making Fiona laugh. He presses his lips to her forehead.

"Walk home? In the cold? What kind of boyfriend are you?" she asks, tongue between teeth. Marshall sighs.

"Alright, pretty adventurer. Grab your things and meet me at the door," he says, and Fiona climbs up the ladder, grabs her bag, then runs out the door where Marshall is waiting. He's wearing a ski mask that shields his face from the sun. The sight makes Fiona laugh, but he ignores her, running our of the cave. She follows him outside and jumps on his back seconds before he becomes a demon, and he takes flight, his black feathery wings flapping in the sky. They rise higher into the wintery air, tiny snowflakes falling around them.

"Whoo-hoo!" Fiona shouts, the land of Aaa small patches beneath them. The Treehouse appears just then, and demon-Marshall hurdles towards the ground, causing Fiona to grips his fur and press her cheek to his back. Finally they land a smooth landing as always, and Marshall becomes vampire again, and Fiona is just gripping his jacket, her cheek pressed between his shoulder blades.

"Strong grip, Fi. Let go," Marshall says, and when she does let go he spins so he's facing her. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls Fiona close to him.

"You're so beautiful in the snow," he mutters, touching his forehead to hers.

"Why thank you. You're being awfully nice today, you know," Fiona returns, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Is it a crime to compliment my beautiful girlfriend?" Marshall asks. Fiona rolls her eyes.

"I don't know," she replies, kissing him. He kisses her back, and soon they're just exchanging each other's body heat. Fiona pulls away. "We should probably go inside where we won't freeze to death."

Marshall nods. "Good idea."

Once inside, Marshall and Fiona sit down to nice cups of hot chocolate, made by BMO. They sit in front of the fire, shivering and sipping. "I am so glad you are home, Fiona! Let's watch a movie!" BMO exclaims, picking up a movie and handing it to Fiona. He turns around. "It goes in my butt!" So Fiona inserts the movie, giggling, and hits the play button. Marshall drapes his arm across Fiona's shoulder and kisses her cheek.

"I love you, Fiona."

"I love you, too."

A/N: Surprise! This is Fiona and Marshall's last appearance in the story (without counting the goodbye chapter, but spoilers!). Don't be sad, but I wanted to end these two on a good note. The climax of the story was supposed to be the ball, so... hope you enjoyed this chapter, and look out for the next one!