(Epilogue)

One Year Later

They lay in bed and he was tracing an unknown pattern on her lower back. Morena lay on her tummy, her head resting on his shoulder.

It was around 7.30 in the morning and she had some time before having to get ready for her shift. After making love with him, lying close and quiet, just touching was her favourite time.

"How do you feel about tattoos?"

"Tattoos? Why? You thinking of getting another one?" She turned and curled into his side.

"I want you to get one."

"Me?" She looked up from her position on his chest, intrigued. "Where?"

His hand spanned her entire lower back. "Here."

"You want to brand me don't you?" Her eyes narrowed.

He just grinned, confident and sexy. He rolled onto her, between her thighs. Now that was his favourite place to be.

Morena's hands went to his hair. "Let's both get one."

He raised a brow. "Christ, always with the fucking negotiation."

"If you're telling the world I'm yours and I'm telling all those tramps at Caracara you're mine."

Their lips met, tongues duelled until breathing became a serious hardship.

"Wait. Where?" he pulled away, frowning.

She smiled and ran her hands down his back, coming to rest on his left ass cheek.

"Mine."

"Jesus Christ."

Two Years Later

"Morena, you're sure about this?" Tig stood in the bathroom, both arms resting against the sink, a towel riding low on his hips.

"Alex." She always meant business when she used his given name. "I've been going on about this for two years. I'm damned sure." She came up behind him, also in a towel, and wrapped her arms around him from behind, stepping on tip toe and placing a kiss between his shoulder blades. They'd just shared a shower.

"Jesus Christ."

She laughed. "It's going to be wonderful. You're going to be wonderful." She forced him to turn and look at her. His hair was wet, curling and much longer than it should be. She loved it that way.

Sweat broke out on his brow. "You know I must fucking love you to even agree to this right?" He wasn't sure if it was the steam in the bathroom that caused the sweating. He chose to blame it on that. The other option made him a pussy.

She kissed him soundly. "I know."

"I've also fucking tried this and I wasn't any damned good at it."

She just shrugged. "Debatable, but noted."

Resigned and terrified but oddly excited, he sighed loudly, lowering his head between her neck and shoulder. "Let's make a baby."

A few months later, history repeated itself. Tig and Morena sat around the table at Gemma's usual dinner.

"You're shitting with me?" Gemma laughed.

"They're not kidding." Clay said drolly from the head of the table. "Tigger's done it again."

Tig rolled his eyes in annoyance at the teasing. "I need a fucking cigarette."

"No more ciggie's, Tiggy my boy." Chibs came around and slapping him on the shoulder.

"Christ. Tequilla then."

Tara clapped. "It's wonderful news! Abel and Thomas will be so excited. Congratulations!"

Morena turned towards Tig and rubbed his shoulder, her other hand running in soothing circles on his thigh. She stared at him sympathetically. He really was close to hyperventilating.

He took her hand in his and gripped it tightly. "It's twins."

Three Years Later

"So, we did it." Tig set Morena down in the middle of their bedroom.

"Yes, we did." She removed her veil, her gown a pale lemon in colour, close fitting, simple and elegant. She turned into her husband's arms. "You know, it strikes me that you have to know that you scored big time when you took a maid right?"

She kissed his lips softly. He pulled her close, working the buttons at the back of her gown with purpose.

"Three and a half years, a house, two kids, a fucking dog I hate and a wife I love. Christ yes, I scored."

Tig didn't kid himself into believing that his current state of happiness had anything to do with him. It was all about her. Their family was literally the light of his life. He never believed he would have one that belonged solely to him.

"Well, so did I."

Morena's wedding gown fell to the floor.

Author's Notes:

Reached the end of this story and although rather condenced, it's the most fun I've had writing in a while. I'm so very in love with the character of Tig Trager. He's fundamentally crazy on some level (quite literally I'm sure) but even with that, he is a man and human and he must have feelings. So on some level, I believe there's a sensitive inside of Tigger. And if there isn't, I'm determined to create it. LOL.

The chapter titles are from the song "Resolution" by Nick Lachey.