EPILOGUE
The courtroom was quiet now, the last file of the day stacked neatly on her desk. Ducky leaned back in her chair, tugging the pins out of her hair. She still wasn't used to being called Mrs Murdoch, attorney-at-law but she was damn good at it. Years of late nights, grueling exams, and working under her father at the firm had sharpened her into something she once thought impossible: a woman who carried both fire and grace.
Her office door creaked open. Kenickie leaned against the frame, still in his work boots, grease staining his hands, but his grin as easy as it had been when they were kids at Rydell.
He still looked as good as the day she met him and she would forever be head over heels for him.
"Time to pack it up, counselor," he teased.
She smirked, standing to smooth down her skirt. "You here to drag me home again?"
"Somebody's gotta," he said, walking over to press a kiss to her temple. "Besides, the kid doesn't like it when you stay late."
Her hand went instinctively to her stomach, a gentle curve now, carrying the new life they'd both once thought they'd never get the chance to share.
After law school, when she walked across the stage in her cap and gown, he had been waiting outside with a ring. He hadn't made a big speech, hadn't dropped to one knee in front of the crowd. He'd just taken her hand, slipped the band onto her finger, and whispered, "No more hiding. Be my wife."
Her father had paid for the wedding, a lavish affair in the springtime. For the first time, Ducky had felt like every part of her world, her family, her future, and Kenickie, they were stitched together into something whole and everything was where it should be.
With her father's help, they'd bought a little house just outside the city. It wasn't much but it was theirs. Their pictures filled the walls, their laughter filled the rooms, and the creak of the old stairs felt like a heartbeat inside the home.
And now, soon, it would be filled with something more.
Kenickie slid a hand over hers, resting on her belly. His voice was quiet, thick with emotion. "How's my little guy doing?"
"He's hungry." She smiled.
She looked at him, the boy who once broke her heart, the man who had built it back stronger and smiled through the tears that pricked her eyes.
"Let's go home." she whispered.
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VANILLA, BABY • KENICKIE
FanfictionShe was a Pink Lady, what more could you want? Previously known as SHE AINT VANILLA Not Edited I write this in the early hours of the morning when I'm too tired but can't sleep so have fun with that.
