The Accidental Husband: Epilogue
Hey guys! Here we are: the end. Thanks so much to everyone who read and reviewed this fic; your feedback always means so much. Since I'm in my matric year this year and extremely busy, I probably won't be writing as much anymore. I'm still going to try and post as much as I can when inspiration strikes, but it probably won't be as frequent as it's been. So yeah...
Also, some more marriage license info that I know absolutely nothing about from Yahoo Answers. Sorry for any inaccuracies.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
The sunlight streamed in through the window; it burned her eyes and woke her unceremoniously.
She groaned, rubbing her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty." A familiar masculine voice greeted her.
She reluctantly cracked open an eyelid and blinked as his gloriously tanned, bare-chested form became visible in the harsh, white morning light.
"You were staring at me again, weren't you?"
"Yup." He confirmed with a wide smile. "You're spectacular when you're asleep. All serene and picturesque... Here you go." He reached around to the bedside table and revealed a steaming cup of coffee. "Your morning coffee, my love."
Her eyes grew large and she reached out for the cup.
Patrick Jane made the most delectable coffee ever. She quickly discovered this (most, most positive) attribute early in their relationship. Even though he still adamantly refused to even drink a sip of the drink, the coffee he made for her every morning was absolutely perfect. She wasn't a morning person; she's never been. But mornings like these, drinking a perfect cup of coffee with her perfect boyfriend... she could really get used to it.
"Sleep well?" She asked, sipping at her beverage. Immediately the delicious aroma seemed to provide a surge of energy.
She nodded simply in reply, letting the caffeine and the velvety voice of her fiancé lift up her morning blues.
"We've got a big day today." He said, smiling widely, earning a chuckle from her.
"Oh yeah?" She played dumb.
"Oh, don't pretend this isn't as big to you as the day itself."
"I know it's big to me. I've been there before, remember?" She said, rising her eyebrow.
He sniggered at her early morning wit and tucked a rebel curl behind her ear.
"Go ahead and get dressed. I'll get started on breakfast. Then we'll go on to city hall." He patted her affectionately on the thigh and reluctantly got up. "I love you."
A wide, happy smile spread over her face as she watched his messy mop of golden curls disappear out of the bedroom towards the kitchen.
Beautiful, wonderful man – hers now, forever.
Today, in the strangest turn of events imaginable, that will be confirmed. With excitement running through her veins, she got up out of bed and started picking out clothes from her closet.
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"Hi. Name and identification, please." The clerk croaked.
The moment couldn't possibly get more ironic as the clerk eyed the copies of the driver's licenses pushed through the slot and read their names: Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane.
"Deja vu, my dear?" He whispered in her ear.
"Little bit." She admitted, blush tinting her cheeks.
The clerk's eyes flashed judgmentally from the computer screen at them, no doubt reading their records on the computer. Her and Drew's application for the marriage license and the quick cancellation of it must still be on there... Or at least some kind of indication.
He couldn't care less. And, surprisingly, neither did she. Nothing, not even the judging eyes of a city clerk, could get her down.
"Alright, everything seems in order." She said after a few more moments. "These are two certificates that needs to be signed by the both of you and a justice of the peace. One needs to be mailed back to us after the ceremony, the other one is for your own records. Thank you, have a good day."
"Thank you."
Hand in hand, they walked out of the building with their certificates.
"This is a good day." She stated and he smiled widely.
"One of many..." He kissed her temple, smiling into her cinnamon-scented ebony curls. "Mrs. Jane."
She chuckled. "Woah there, Mister Jane, you haven't gotten me down the aisle yet."
"Well, there's no way you're gonna let that gorgeous dress go to waste, are you?"
She sighed, nodding slowly. "I do look pretty great in that dress, don't I?"
He chuckled, pulling her closer so he can put an arm around her shoulders. "You sure do, Mrs. Jane. You sure do..."
Might be a bit of a cheesy end... Oh well, where else could it've gone? Hope you guys approve! Review and let me know!
Much love, Zanny