The epilogue. Enjoy. :)
Epilogue - Five Years Later
Teresa
"My feet are freezing... Give me some quilt." There is a sleepy grumble from beside my head, waking me from a light sleep, which I choose to ignore. After a few seconds, I am rewarded by a light poke in the back, my most ticklish spot, making me yelp. The warm quilt covering me is yanked, leaving me with just cold sheets. I kick the legs behind mine, but not hard enough to hurt.
"Patrick!" I protest, turning over to yank it back. "You are such a quilt-hogger!" He snorts, also flipping over to face me. His hair is sticking up on end from sleep, and his dark blue eyes are twinkling. I sigh, shaking my head. This happens every single morning. And he never gets tired of it.
"Oh, sure. It's me who turns over in the night and takes the quilt with me." He rolls his eyes childishly, but graciously places the other half of the quilt back over me. "Thank you." I say, but before I can even start to act mad, he has pulled me into his chest, settling me there lightly.
"There. Now we can both be warm." He kisses me lightly on the head, bantering forgotten, and I can't help but smile. He places a hand on my slightly protruding stomach, also smiling.
"Or should I say, all three of us." I roll my eyes at his cheesy, joking voice, but I know that the meaning behind the words is true from the look on his face.
"You know, I was thinking," I say after a few peaceful moments. "We should be trying to come up with a name for the baby. Grace and Wayne already have five to choose from." I snort quietly.
Patrick chuckles too. "Yes, but they are eight months, and already know it's a girl, so they have it easy. Plus, you know how Grace is. I'll bet you anything that she has had those names since she was thirteen, and that Wayne had no choice in the matter." He pauses for a second. "We're only five months in. We have plenty of time. All the time in the world."
He gently rocks me in his arms, as though I am the child that is going to be brought into our lives. All the time in the world, I think peacefully. And I drift off to sleep, vaguely reminded of a dream I had many years earlier... Content in our own little world.
Yay for fluff! (Again.) :)
And yes, Teresa and Grace are both pregnant. At the same time. But Grace is 8 months, and Teresa is 5. I just thought it would be such a funny thing to happen.
In this epilogue, both Rigsby/Van Pelt and Jane/Lisbon are married. R/VP for three years, and J/L for four. :)
I know that this wasn't one of my best stories, and that there are a few mistakes in it. But thank you for reading it anyway! If you are reading this, I want to hug you through the screen. (Yep, I'm a hugger! Haha.)
Thank you so much for all your support, everyone, and especially those who put me on their author alert list. Every time I get that little email - '_ has added you to their Author Alert List!' - I start smiling and can't stop. You brighten my day. :) So thank you.
- Ashlee-Rose :)