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Epilogue

Mary rolled over, seeking warmth from her bedmate, when she landed on a cold spot, she cracked open one eye and growled, "Marshall!"

She heard racket in the kitchen, and immediately knew what he was doing. She groaned and rolled away from the cold spot, burrowing deeper into the blankets on her side. A minute later, Marshall's head appeared through the crack of the door.

"Hey, Mare, you're up! Maybe you can help me with…" he trailed off when she narrowed her eyes at him. "What's wrong?"

"I'm cold, Doofus. We had a deal!" she scolded him as she wrapped the blanket around her cold body.

Marshall stepped into the room and grinned, "I know sweetheart, but we have tons to do today."

She rolled her eyes at him before shutting him out, she pulled the pillow she was laying on over her face, to complete the effect to shut him out.

Mary felt the bed dip by her hips and he crawled over her, pulling the blankets back he settled behind her, pulling her flush against his body. She didn't go willingly, she fought him for a bit - she wouldn't be Mary if she didn't - but once she was settled against his entire front, legs entwined she let herself relax into his embrace.

"There, are you warm?" he asked softly into her ear, causing her to shiver, but for a completely different reason this time. She went from icy cold to melting hot at the feel of his breathing in the hollow between neck and shoulder.

She moved away only far enough to turn in his embrace and lift her face to his, she pressed her lips to his and nibbled on his bottom lip before capturing it with her teeth, suckling it. He growled and parted her lips with his tongue, pushing her onto her back as he straddled her, pushing her legs apart.

They froze as they thought they heard little feet pattering towards their bedroom, Marshall lifted and then tilted his head to better hear the sound. Muttering a soft curse on her lips, he kissed her harshly, thrusting his hardness into her soft center. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him back with as much passion as she could muster.

When Marshall pushed off her, tearing his lips from hers and rolled away, she growled in protest, then a second later the bedroom door burst open, slamming against the wall. Her heated body turned cold as if they had dumped a bucket of ice cold water on her. She pulled the blankets over her again and turned to see Marshall sitting on his side of the bed, his face turned enough to look over his shoulder, "Hey kids, you're up early."

Mary frowned over at the kids for interrupting, when she saw them looking with wide-eyed innocence, nervous, she took one arm from under the blankets and reached out to them with a smile, "Come on, hop into bed with Momma. She's cold."

Five year old Norah looked tentatively from Mary to Marshall and back to her mother before looking down at her little brother with a huge grin, "Come on Seth, Momma's cold."

"Mama, col'?" asked three year old Seth Marshall Mann. He had been conceived the day their parents had made love for the very first time. The pregnancy had been as risky as when she had been with Norah, but with the difference that she had Marshall 24/7. She didn't have to call and find out what was wrong if she felt different. Her blood pressure had been kept down, at least half the time, because Marshall would constantly calm her down from whatever had pissed her off.

Marshall chuckled as she saw the little ones scurry on up on the bed, when he felt that his body had returned back to normal, glad that he was still wearing his pajamas he turned back to the cuddling group and joined them.

"Momma's always cold, right Seth?" Marshall asked his younger son. The little boy the spitting image of Marshall as a child, Mary loved to stare at his cerulean eyes, much like his father's. Marshall doing the same with Norah, since she didn't take after Mark, but strongly took after Mary he had dreamed as a child.

"Righ' daddy!" he chimed as he crawled over Mary and hugged her around her neck, she held him close, smelling his sweet baby smell from the baby shampoo he refused to part with.

"Alright, is today gang up on Momma day?" Mary grumbled good-naturedly as she wrapped her arm around her baby. She turned to Marshall and winked at him with a huge grin, "We're a family."

Marshall blushed slightly and nodded, causing his hair to sway, he cuddled Norah against his chest, "I aimed and I hit the bull's eye when I married you, love."

Mary's grin spread wider and she muttered with mock resignation, "Fine, I'll help you with the da…I mean with the great dinner this year. But you need to finish what you started later tonight."

He blushed furiously as he nodded quickly at her with a smirk, "Don't I always?"

"Mmmphm," she muffled from under her young son's tiny chest.

"Mare!" he called from the kitchen, but the woman was too busy complaining to herself to hear him.

She scowled as she went around the dining table, setting plates in front of each chair, grumbling at each station as she went, "Oh, he better deliver tonight…kids or no kids, he better have me screaming…I can't believe I let him bribe me into this, again…God, didn't I convince him of no more dinner parties?..."

Marshall stepped out of the kitchen and stood transfixed by the woman Mary had turned into, she hadn't turned into June Cleaver, but she was more feminine for him alone. Now, as he observed her and her rambling, he grinned as he stepped up behind her, "Yes, you did, but I always convince you to change your mind."

She thrust her elbow back, landing the blow to his midsection, he humph as he pulled her up against him, "Doofus, you're lucky I like you, or you'd be strung up from the tallest building I could find."

"Did you know that Dubai has the tallest building in the world? It's called Burj Khalifa," he related as he held her against him as she mock struggled to get him off.

She stopped at his ranting and turned her head around meeting his shimmering blue eyes over her shoulder with a confused frown, "You mean Wiz Khalifa, don't you?"

Marshall started to chuckle and then released her as he burst out laughing, he pulled a chair amid his laughter and collapsed atop it as he held onto his belly, tears running down his face.

Mary stood there in shock, she had never caused him to laugh as hard, then she started to laugh nervously not sure exactly what was so funny. But then stopped laughing as a thought entered her mind, she scowled down at him, "What's so damn funny? The fact that I knew the real name of the building? What's so funny about that? Can't I know the same useless information you do?"

She swirled around and continued her trek around the dining table, this time she had utensils in her hand, a scowl on her face, feeling stupid.

He stopped laughing when he noticed her clam into herself, she had put up a wall, he didn't feel offended, putting up walls was second nature to her. But just because he didn't feel offended, didn't mean he didn't feel guilty for making her feel stupid.

"Hey, Mare," he started, but she kept on working around the table, setting napkins next. "Sweetheart…"

She looked down at her wrist watch, then up at him, blank look on her face, "Did you come out here for something? People are going to start showing up in a few minutes."

Marshall frowned as the walls kept going up, he took a step up to her and she took one back in sync with his movements as always. He moved hurriedly towards her as she tried to twirl around away from him, he pulled her back into his embrace and whispered into her ear, "You're not stupid, I didn't try to imply that when I laughed. To be honest with you, I wasn't really laughing at you."

She struggled for a bit, then sighed as she heard him, resting her forehead on his shoulder, "If not at me, then what?"

He sighed in relief when she relaxed in his hold, with fingers on her chin, he leaned back and lifted her face up, "I was laughing at the fact that you knew of the name Wiz Khalifa. He's actually a person, an artist if you may."

"Huh, come again," she frowned up at him.

"He's a rapper, sweetheart," he informed her as he leaned down as he held her head immobile and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips.

Mary stepped back and continued around the table, with Marshall keeping his distance as he continued to observe her. When she stopped across the table from him she said, "Someone's here."

He narrowed his eyes at her and then sighed sadly when he heard the doorbell, "After you open the door and let our first arrivals in, can you join me in the kitchen?"

She shrugged as she walked away, not really giving him an answer, but no doubt she would be in that kitchen once she let the first couple in. Mary checked herself on the mirror by the door, something that Marshall had installed soon after he moved into her house – to make sure you were presentable before leaving the house. Mary caught herself checking to make sure she was presentable on a few occasions, causing her to scowl.

Opening the door, she was met with a smiling pair, Brandi and Peter, ushering them in, "Come in, come in. Man the door Brandi."

Brandi rolled her eyes at Peter and asked sarcastically, "What am I, your own personal butler?"

"No, you're not educated enough to be one," Mary answered with a sneer on her face.

She walked into the kitchen and found Marshall in full swing of the goings on of the kitchen, even though she cooked for most of their regular every day meals, she never could make such scrumptious food for a dinner party, so she left Marshall in charge of that.

"What did you need?" she asked as he walked from the island over to the stove, opening the oven to check on his masterpiece.

He looked up and smiled, "Who was it?"

"Brandi and Peter"

"Great! They can keep the rest of the group occupied," he said as he shrugged out of his apron and tossed it on top of the island. He walked around, claiming her hand in his, he pulled her towards the laundry room. "Come on."

Mary followed behind him, not sure where exactly he was taking her, when they entered the laundry room he closed the door, she turned to him and asked, "Did I forget to wash something?"

"No," he muttered as he walked her backwards until her butt hit the dryer, wrapping his hands to the back of her thighs he picked her up, he set her on top and spread her legs, stepping between them. "But I need you so desperately right now that I won't be able to entertain until I have you."

She shuddered in desire and wrapped her long legs around his waist pulling him close, she arched into his hands on her hips, "God, Marshall...w-we can't...they're all coming."

"Not them, but you are," he muttered with a smirk, before he took her ear lobe into his mouth, suckling it.

His teeth nipped her neck and she shuddered anew, groaning at the hands that had moved from her hips, burrowed under her dress, caressing her thighs. His lips claimed her lips as he burrowed deeper, both gasping when he made contact, he found her naked underneath. He tore his lips from hers, staring into her heated eyes and growled, "Commando Sunshine?"

"You're always so frisky after we see our guests out, thought I'd save us some time," she reasoned as she ran her fingers through his brown locks before she claimed his lips again.

He made short work of his slacks, she helped with the zipper and murmured, "Hurry babe, Jesus...I need you."

Marshall pushed his slacks down along with his boxer briefs and pulled her onto the edge of the dryer, looking into her eyes, he plunged as deep as he could get from her angle. Her long legs pulled him closer, emitting a deep guttural groan when he sank deeper, her lips joined his and began their synchronized rhythm.

He groaned as he deepened his thrusts and matched it to his tongue, suckling her tongue, the triumphant feeling he always got when she moaned in agonizing pleasure. She held his head with one hand as her second hand moved down to his butt, silently begging for fuller deeper fast thrusting, which he complied immediately.

Within a dozen thrusts they were convulsing, groaning and moaning into their mouths as they came within seconds of each other, he thrust a final time and wrapped his arms around her waist. Chest to chest and still joined in the most elemental way, they continued to kiss and brought each other down from their high.

Marshall pulled his mouth free with small pecks on her lips, jaw, eyes and ears, "I love you so damn much, Mare."

"I know," she croaked, hoarse from their passionate lovemaking, "We should have these dinner parties more often."

He chuckled as he pulled out, holding onto her hips, both groaned with the loss. Looking up at her he pulled up his slacks from around his ankles and blushed, "What?"

She had been caught with a smirk, "Just…I love you too."

Mary pulled him close again and gave him a slow thorough kiss before hoping off the dryer, "I need to freshen up."

Marshall smirked at her shaky stride, his chest expanded in smugness as he walked behind her out of the laundry room.

Marshall walked into the living room after getting presentable again, he saw that not only were Brandi and Peter the only guests, but were now joined by Delia, Jefferson and their significant others.

"Hey Marshall, how's the cooking going?" asked Brandi with a knowing smirk on her face, Peter rolled his eyes at his wife and shook his head with a chuckle.

Mary walked into the living room, hearing the question she blushed, turning to her husband she winked and muttered, "His cooking is always out of this world."

It was Marshall's turn to blush and upon hearing the door bell, used the excuse to leave the room. He opened to find the last couple of their group, Stan holding a wine bottle in one hand and his wife Eleanor's hand in the other, he thrust the wine at his host and greeted him, "Hey Marshall!"

"Hey Stan, Eleanor, come in, everyone's here already," he greeted the newcomers and led them into the living room. Standing next to Mary he pulled her up against his side, "Welcome to our humble abode."

Mary rolled her eyes and back handed his chest lightly, "Don't say abode."

They all laughed at their antics, even after marriage they were still the same partners, but now there were benefits to their partnership.

"Thanks for coming…have a good night…drive safely," Marshall uttered the same words each year after their dinner parties, with his arms wrapped around Mary's waist as they waved off each guest.

Once the last car drove off, Marshall walked backwards into the house, closing the door and pushing Mary against it, he murmured against her lips, "Now, where were we?"

Mary reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, "Right here…"

He hoist her up against the door and pressed his hardening body against hers, "No, right here."

"Mommy! Daddy!" the wailing came from Norah's bedroom.

They groaned and he set her down as hand in hand they walked to their eldest daughter's room.

THE END

Yes, it is the end...now to get back to Misunderstanding Mistakes...Hope you all enjoyed this little fic, it was a pleasure to write a bit of humor to go with the angst at the beginning. You guys are awesome!