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Epilogue

Several years later...

"(Y/N)!" Vox calls, running down the hall and lifting you up from behind the waist.

You laugh, taken aback by your husband's abrupt display of affection.
You knock him in the shoulder with your wooden spoon.

"Put me down!" you chuckle.

He tosses you bridal style, cradling you in his arms as he presses an affectionate kiss under your ear. "Mmm...no," he says stubbornly.

You roll your eyes and pull your arms around his neck, letting yourself melt into a kiss with him—still as passionate and full of love as the first time he had kissed you all those years ago.

After Vox had made his grand confession of love on public television, you had confronted him outside of the studio—forgiving him, to Vox's surprise and relief.

As the two of you went on with an unspoken agreement to officially date—no shit or pretending this time—Vox found himself impossibly falling more and more in love with you, which you had returned with your own growing affection.

Many couples hadn't gone out as strong as you and Vox had. To be together and not bored of each other for such an extended period of time was practically unheard of, as many demons had given up on the complete idea of purity.

Yet somehow, you both managed to bring some Heaven to Hell, even if it was just a private sliver for the two of you to share.

And every morning, Vox would give you a single kiss on the lips and look at you the same way he did after what seemed like forever ago. His bubbling love grew more and more with every day he spent with you.

While the days with you went by slowly—looking back, the time went nowhere at all.

Valentino and Velvette had both pitched their late apologies a few years after your marriage, though the both of you silently thanked them for the little adventure they were put through.

"Mom, mama!" A familiar, high pitched voice was heard from the front door as your daughter came to hug you.

She grabs ahold of your bottom half, causing you to let out a little "oof!"

"Mmm...I missed you..." she grumbles against your knees, giving your jeans little kisses.

Vox cleared his throat. "Forget someone, Vivi?" Vox interjects, lifting your kid up in his arms.

Viette giggles, giving Vox a weak little kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, you're okay I guess..."

Vox lets out a little snort of disbelief. "I'm okay?"

You muffled a smug giggle behind your hand, flashing a smile at your annoyed husband.

Vox rolls his eyes before turning back Viette. "What about Dad? What's so great about Mom, huh? She's got a constant stick up her ass."

You bump him in the hip. "Hey!"

"Yeah...but Mom's more fun," Viette smiles, her eyes lighting up at the utter mention of you. "She's prettier than you. And she plays dress-up. You're always yelling at your phone... Is there a little man in there?"