Here it is… I'm really sad to stop writing this. I always develop attachments to characters, but this leads me on to new stories for me to get attached to. I thank you all for the support. It's been a lot of fun the last couple of weeks! I'm going to start working on a fanfic for Warrior that I've been meaning to write and possibly another Bane/OC fanfic if I can get the plot all worked out. (I'm pretty horrible with writing if I don't have a plot planned out!) Enjoy this one last chapter… - D

I sit in a rocking chair, slowly rocking back and forth as I watch him try to assemble the mess of wood in front of him. He's got a few pieces of the crib put together, but can't figure out what to do with the rest. I've given up trying to tell him to read the instructions. 'That's not what men' do apparently. I put my hands over my mouth to keep myself from laughing as his face contorts up as he holds up a random screw. "Is this A5 or A10?" he asks out loud. I eventually let out a snort of a laugh and giggle helpless. My large, 'dome' of a stomach shakes, leaving it's occupant to kick a bit. I put a hand on my stomach and shut my eyes. He looks so domestic and out of his element, no scalpel or manila folder around him. This is the man that has helped hold all of my pieces together – the love of my life. He knows how to do so much to help put me together, yet can't put a crib with instructions together. And I'm pretty sure I'm more complicated than some crib.

"What?" he asks, confusedly, a trail of a smile on his face. "Am I doing it wrong?" he pushed his long, dark blonde hair away from his face, slicking it back into place. "You're laughing at me, aren't you?" I purse my lips and can't stop my shoulder from shaking from internal laughter. I can blame it on the hormones all I want.

"Never in a million years, Mr. Dorrance," I choke, shyly staring out of the window as he sets the pieces in his hands down on the ground. I hear him shift across the carpet.

"Oh, I think you are," he breathes, nuzzling my neck with his nose. I bite my lip and hold still, feeling his breath on my skin. It's so warm. "Mrs. Dorrance." I burst into another fit of laughter as his nose tickles my skin, just below my ear. I pull him against me and he kisses my neck softly before moving his mouth towards mine. He leans near me, holding both hands on the armrests of the rocking chair, his eyes locked on mine and I fall into him again.