Old Love Dies Hard (spinoff of life happens)

Epilogue

PLEASE NOTE THAT ALL THE PARTS IN ITALIC FONT ARE MEMORIES.

2 1/2 years later:

Aaaahhhh......the smell of buttery popcorn and that too for breakfast.

I plop my huge body on the couch and switch on the tv.
Nothing good is playing as usual so I get up and look through some old CD's I have.

Maybe I'll find a good one in here.

My hands suddenly stop and I laugh, looking at the CD in my hand.
I look towards our bedroom door and my grin turns into a frown.

I shake my head. It's all my fault. Damn these stupid mood swings!

Anyway, I can't do anything right now, I should probably just play the CD and reminisce.
The familiar tune fills my ears and I smile yet again.

10 minutes into the video, I hear heavy footsteps.
My stomach does a little cartwheel.

Oh man, I hate this! I have always been scared of one thing in my life: fights.

I once vowed to myself that I would never fight with my husband, and even if we did fight, I would be the one to solve it.

All of that went to the dumpster the day before yesterday when I started getting angry at little things , little things that didn't even bother me.

You better be worth it, little monster!

He sits on the opposite corner of the couch and I see him smile a little as he looks at what's playing.

Taking a deep breathe, I drag my huge body towards him and rest my head on his shoulder with my hand on his chest so I can feel his heartbeat under my soft fingertips.

It sends chills down my spine.

His body tenses a little before he also sighs and rests his head on mine and I smile.

"I'm so freaking sorry. I don't know why I've been so mad at everyone and everything these past days. I was so rude to the mailman the other day too and I love that old man" and with that I start crying, again.

"I'm sorry I don't know what's wrong with me" I sniff and he hugs me and sniffs my hair before placing a kiss on my head.

Just like he always does.

"It's okay, honey" he says and I sniff once more

"No it's not. I've been nothing but rude to you and you don't deserve this. I mean, you always take care of me and handle me at my worst and..." I stop abruptly as he bring his lips down to meet mine.

His hands cup my cheeks and his thumb caresses my cheekbone.

A million butterflies go haywire in my stomach and my body tingles.

Somethings never change.

Every time we kiss I am reminded of my funny first kiss......

"This is it. Our very first apartment" he says and drops our bag with me carrying my very heavy wedding dress.

"I wish you could carry this too." I kick forward so I can walk easily.

"You look very cute kicking your dress" he laughs and I glare at him.

"It's funny for you isn't it?" I say and he nods while laughing.