Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Epilogue

Epilogue

*1 Year Later*

I twist the ring on my finger without really thinking, absentmindedly staring out the window in Jordan's house. Well, I suppose, our house. We got back from our honeymoon a few hours ago. It all feels like a dream. Like I should just wake up in a blink of an eye, in my bed back in Seattle, everything being just a dream. But I know it's real. All of this crazy perfect life is mine. It really is. It's just hard to wrap my head around. The fact that I'm married to the one person that I'd always wished to be with. It seems impossible. The odds even more so. If I'd just decided not to go with my mom to the mall that day. If I'd just kept better control of myself when I saw Mitch. I never would have met him. None of this would have happened. So I'm glad my mom wanted to go candle shopping. I'm glad I'm a fangirling idiot. I'm the happiest person on Earth because of that. I have Jordan because of that. Because I'm me. Silly, stupid, old me, that must be either incredibly lucky or overly obsessed to have had all of this happen to me. So, so lucky to have met him. To have loved him. To have married him. I don't care that I've almost died twice now. That I've hurt plenty of others, even caused a few deaths along the way. It doesn't matter, because I would tear apart the world for him. I would destroy everything in my path if it meant absolute certainty that we would never be apart. He's saved me. My life, my spirit, my heart. Everything I have is because of him. Even now, he hovers just outside the room, making a few phone calls to his family, so they know that we're home safely. We announced it all to the fans a long while ago. Sure, there have been haters, and crying fan girls galore, but it doesn't bother me. I would have done the same thing if I was in their position. I'm not going to be stuck-up and complain just because I'm the lucky one. The one who gets what everyone dreams of. And there are also the kind ones. The shippers, the supporters. The true fans. It's not all bad, out there. I'm not afraid of the world anymore. Mostly, I'm not afraid of myself. I'm not stuck in a pit of self-loathing and undermined confidence. I know I'm not perfect, and certainly not good enough for him, but he makes sure I don't let that control me anymore. I've grown.

He opens the door gently, jarring me out of my trance of disbelief. It's like a light has been turned on, when he enters the room. Smiling, always smiling now. My expression matches his, and I stand lightly, my bare feet padding across the wooden floor to meet him. He wraps his arms around me gently, and I stand on my tip-toes to kiss his lips gently. I don't even think about it anymore. It's almost a reflex, wanting to be close to him all the time. But it never fails to make my heart warm. I pull back, smiling with my eyes closed. It just feels like we're glowing. Glowing together in our own little universe in which we're the brightest stars. Revolving around each other. He wraps one of his hands around mine, and I pull him backwards onto the bed. We lie side by side, staring at the ceiling. I entertain myself by finding patterns amongst the groves in the wall. Endless things flow together, dancing across the ceiling, created by my imagination. I feel Jordan squeeze my hand slightly, and I turn my head to look at him, smiling a bit. He breaks into a wide grin. "Did I ever tell you how perfect you are?" he says. I turn a light shade of red and smile. "I think I may have been too busy staring at you to listen." He laughs. I sigh, my mind drifting. I've been waiting for the right time to tell him. This seems just right. "I think I'm pregnant." I say nonchalantly. He smiles, just staring at me for a moment. Then it really seems to set in. He bolts upright, now looking slightly panicked and also excited. I chuckle, sitting up to join him. "You're not joking?" he says carefully, voice on the edge of a scared sort of elation. I press my lips together, resisting the urge to laugh, and shake my head. He stares at me for a moment, processing. Then he runs his hands over his face and starts to laugh. I break into a giggle as well. He's funny when he freaks out like this. He leaps to his feet. "We have to get a crib. And a rocking chair thingy. Oh and you need to go to the doctor." He starts rambling, pacing around the room. I stand and cross my arms, chuckling, letting him get out his crazy. "What should we name it? It could be a boy or a girl!" He punches his fist in the air and whoops, laughing still. He looks at me. "Oh yeah! Gosh, Ali, this is wonderful!" he says, bounding over to kiss me again. I smile through it, delighted with his reaction. It's way funnier than I expected. He pulls back and looks at me, smiling widely. "I told you, Ali. I told you we'd be ok." He says more softly. I know he refers to the Steven incident. We don't talk about it much. Too painful. I nod, blinking. "I should have known." I say playfully. He grins, and suddenly picks me up by the waist, spinning me around. I scream in surprise, and break into a laugh. He has a habit of scaring me like that occasionally. I feel like I'm flying.

Flying in the arms of my Superman.

*The End*

A/N: Ok, I'm sorry, its too cute. Lots of you dudes were requesting specifically a one year later, so that's what I went with :) Hope you guys have all enjoyed the happiest ending I've ever written (no really, I always kill people at the end of my stuff) and thanks again for sticking with me!

Also, what would you guys like the baby to be named? Just for kicks and giggles.

-Argo