Author's Note: Final chapter! I honestly didn't think I would finish this tonight but the final chapter kept running around in my head. I hate when it does that because then I have to write to get it out and be fine.

This comes after a very hard day. It was so bad that I lost myself in a story and started planning another. All the while I am reading a book I might add. I have to change areas all the time so I can keep my mind fresh and sharp. So like usual give me ideas for another story after the B.A.P one. I'm all game because I know I can always come up with something really fun if I want to.

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Taemin rolled over and nuzzled his face in the back of Storm's neck. He was way too happy, had been for the last year or so.

After his father had basically given them his blessing, the Crown had pressed charges on the Choi family for failure to give truthful information. Choi Min Ki had been put in prison while his daughter had lost her job and hadn't gained a new one since. She had come crawling to the palace to beg Taemin for help but he had refused to see her.

Song Construction had finished the new palace and the royal family had moved immediately. Taemin had looked at his suite of rooms and thought they were the perfect size for him and his bride to be. But Storm hadn't wanted to live in the palace. She would have rather have had an apartment overlooking the Han River instead of living in a stuffy palace. Not that she had said any of that to him per se. She had typed it on her phone.

Speaking of speaking, she had started going to vocal therapy to get her to open up and talk more. Taemin had found out the reason she had quit talking in the first place. Much like his, her trauma had caused her to withdraw from something so easy. She hadn't told him because she had considered his trauma more important. It had spoken to him on many levels.

Even though he had school and state functions, he had made a point to go to every therapy session she had. She hadn't said too much, preferring to write it down because she still wasn't too excited to talk to someone she didn't know. He had found out more about her in those sessions than he had talking to her outright.

He had learned so much just by living with her on a day to day basis. She was very tidy whereas he was not. He was way too used to having a maid do his work for him. She loved to cook and she could make his favorite kimchi stew from memory. Sometimes it was hit or miss on whether or not it was bland, but she was amazing for trying no matter how it turned out.

Since she had refused to live in the palace, Taemin had taken drastic measures. He had bought a penthouse in one of Woo Bin's buildings. They had a private entrance and everything. He had even converted one of the rooms into an art room so she would be able to bring some of her work home or start a piece at the house. He had had the bathroom decorated in the Hawaiian feel so she would think she was at home.

He had gone so crazy with things that he had forgotten to ask her what she liked. But when she had gone to the house for the first time, she had walked around in awe. She had liked it even if she hadn't said so. The first thing she had done was hang a painting he had won at an auction above the huge fireplace.

It had taken a little longer to get her moved in. She had drug her feet on that one for a while. She had made sure to talk to his parents before she had done anything. His father had been very impressed even with her limited verbal skills. She had talked for a minimum of ten minutes then had resulted to typing everything on the tablet. She had been respectful and honest with him, and that had endeared the Emperor to her.

Only then did she agree to move in with him. She was postponing marriage until he finished school in the next two years. He had agreed but with one stipulation.

He sighed into her hair again. The strands tickled his nose as the separated then settled again. He pulled her to him then took her left hand in his. He balanced her small hand on his so he could see the glint of the silver, leaf engraved ring resting on her finger. The only way he was going to let her prolong their engagement was if she wore a couple ring with him. He couldn't count how many days he got stopped on his way to class by people asking if he was married. He couldn't help but say almost then he would walk to class.

She sighed as she came awake. Tilting her head backwards, he met her violet eyes and marveled at how blue they were. The more tired she was, the deeper the blue. When she was excited they darkened to a dark purple. He hadn't seen them in a mixture of the two yet and was kind of concerned if he did.

"You're awake?" he asked. She nodded with a slow, sexy blink. She pressed her nose behind his ear as he rubbed his fingertips into her hand. "What do you want to do today? Your brother is out of town and F4 has said they won't bother us if we don't call them. I figured we could stay in bed."

She pushed him away and rolled out of the bed. She was wearing his shirt from the night before, and that told him she had gotten up in the middle of the night. He was still naked under the light blue duvet. He buried his face in the pillow long enough to let out a loud groan before getting up and pulling on a pair of pants.

When he walked out into the hallway, he heard and smelled something going on in the kitchen. Storm was standing in the kitchen with a skillet in front of her. He didn't know what she was doing but his recent track record told him that he better stay out. Last time he had gone into her territory she had smacked him with a spatula. She was very territorial about her kitchen. Sometimes he thought she loved the kitchen more than him.

It took a little bit of time but she finally flipped off the burners and used two hot pads to move the skillet from the stove to the wooden chopping block. She dished whatever she had made from the skillet to a plate then set the heavy pan into the sink. She wasn't done with whatever it was so she turned away from him.

Watching her cook was one of his favorite things. When she cooked or worked in the studio, she had such an open expression. It was a stress reliever for her even though she really didn't have all that much to worry about. You know, just getting ready to become Empress if something happened to his father, but there was nothing stressful about that at all.

Finally she brought breakfast over to him. He looked down and found a Hawaiian style breakfast in front of him. For months he had been begging her to make him the breakfast her mother had made her, but she had refused. He looked up at her to find her staring down at the very colorful breakfast platter.

He waited for her, knowing she was bringing up the courage to speak to him. He knew the signs. Her throat was working convulsively as she swallowed enough to coat her vocal cords.

"My mother always told us to wait…" Her words cut off abruptly.

"She wanted you to wait until you found the person you're meant to be with?" he supplied. She nodded. "Why?"

"My great-great-grandmother passed this down to the women, and that was what she said."

He understood. "She didn't want you to give up something so precious so soon unless you knew what was most important to you." Again she nodded. He folded his hands on the table and leaned forward. "What's most important to you?"

She didn't talk, and he hadn't expected her to. She leaned forward and took his face in her hands. Tenderly, she caressed his face with her fingertips. He knew what she wanted to say with that simple movement. She leaned forward and kissed him slowly and deeply. When she pulled away his lips tingled. Then a slow smile spread across his face.

"You've been sampling the pineapple, haven't you?" She smiled and flicked his nose. "Come on. Let's eat. There are plenty of things I want to do today."

He waited until she sat down before he pulled a plate over and started to dig into the scrumptious meal that he was going to beg for every weekend.

THE END