Epilogue

A/N: This is just a bit of Griffin/Bec fluff. Some people expressed interest in an epilogue…so here you go.

Three months later

I was grinning madly as I led a blindfolded Griffin through the bustling streets of Dublin. It had taken nearly an hour to convince him to put the blindfold on in the first place. He was so bloody suspicious.

"Why do you need to blindfold me?" he'd asked suspiciously.

"I'm leading you into a Paladin ambush," I'd replied, my expression deadly serious. When Griffin had looked at me in alarm, I sighed heavily. "Come on, Griff. It's not every day you turn twenty-two. Do it for me, okay?"

I guess telling him to Jump to Dublin had ruined the surprise a little. But now, as I led him down the busy streets and towards a small Irish pub, I felt that it was all worth it. I'd partied like a New Yorker, surfed like a Fijian, loved like a Parisian, gambled like someone from Las Vegas…but I hadn't really drunk like an Irish person yet.

"Ta-da!"

I yanked the blindfold off and Griffin looked up at the pub: 'The Four-Leaf Clover'. He snorted and shot me an 'are-you-serious' look.

"The Four-Leaf Clover? How much more Irish can you get?"

I nudged him playfully. "Shut up. I thought it would be nice."

Griffin grinned and kissed me lightly on the lips. When a guy hasn't really known affection for over a decade, it's a bit hard to teach him, but Griffin was working on it. The holding hands and hugging made him feel a little awkward, except for some reason he was okay with the kissing. In fact, he was pretty damn good at it.

"It is. You ready to get smashed, Bec?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I can hold my drink just fine, thanks."

Griffin waggled his eyebrows. "We'll see about that."

I grabbed his hand and half-dragged him into the pub. I immediately marched Griffin up to the bar and grinned at the barman.

"Two of the strongest beers you've got please, on me."

Griffin chugged down his beer and glanced around. A lot of people were already drunk, stumbling around, their speech slurred. After about an hour, Griffin went to order his fifth beer, but I batted his hand down.

"You think that's all I brought you here for?" I giggled, clearly a little drunk. "Silly, silly Griffin."

I gripped his hand in mine and dragged him towards one of the tables and started fussing, taking his leather jacket off so that he was just wearing a shirt. Then I jumped up on the table, much to the disgust of the barman, and pulled Griffin up with me.

"It's his twenty-second birthday!" I shouted, cupping my hands around my mouth, "Give us a break."

The hint of a smile tweaked at the corners of the barman's lips and he nodded. Then the song changed on the jukebox to a song I vaguely recognized and I gasped in surprise and clapped my hands.

"It's…what's that song called? The 'I love rock and roll' one."

Griffin was looking a little uncertain as I started swaying from side to side and clapping my hands, but there was no denying the alcohol. After a few minutes, he was singing just as loud (and out of tune) as everyone else. I had Griffin's jacket draped over my shoulders and I was twirling around and around, laughing…

That's about as much as I actually remember.

PARAGRAPH

I woke up with a throbbing headache and I groaned and pushed my face into my pillow as Griffin came into my room with a smirk on his face.
"Morning, sweetheart. How are we feeling?"

I threw my pillow at him. "Go away." Then I smelled something in the air. It smelled like…food. That was ridiculous because I was the one who cooked. When it was Griffin's turn it was always takeout. It smelled like…

"Pancakes?" I said hopefully, sitting up.

Griffin laughed and ruffled my hair.

"You're so cute when you're excited."

I frowned as I clambered out of my bed. Griffin was so immature. He then proceeded to grab me and hoist me over his shoulder and walk towards the kitchen. I thumped my fists on his back, but it didn't do anything.

"Hey, put me down! I can walk myself!"

"Yes, but this is so much more fun." Griffin drawled, bouncing on the balls of his feet to prove his point.

When he finally decided to put me down, I swatted at him and then realized that there were pancakes at the table. They actually looked okay, not burnt or anything. I turned to look at Griffin, folding my arms.

"Okay, who helped you?"

Griffin had a smug smile on his face.

"Just because you're a rookie when it comes to pancakes."

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely. Griffin had made pancakes for me. Griffin, who never cooked. Griffin wound a hand through my hair and when we broke up, he was looking cocky.

"I think that's payment enough for the breakfast."

I gnawed at my lip, suddenly uncertain. Kissing Griffin had inexplicably reminded me that I wasn't even nineteen yet, that I was still a teenager. Still so young. What would I do if Griffin decided he didn't want me anymore? Where would I run?

"Griffin." He looked at me quizzically when he heard how serious my tone was. "Do you think we're going to last?"

Griffin ran a hand through his hair and cursed under his breath. Questions to do with relationships weren't what he was good at.

"Jeez, I don't know, Bec." My face fell and I turned away, but he caught me by the wrist and spun me back around. "But I bloody well hope so."

"Oh," I could breathe now. I felt weak at the knees as I offered him a relieved smile. "That's good. Here I was thinking you only let me live with you because I'm a Shade and the Paladins can't find you."

"Of course," Griffin's tone was sarcastic, "I'm also a prostitute part-time. Just thought I'd let you know."

I rolled my eyes and mocked punching him, but Griffin just drew me closer and pulled me into a hug, resting his chin on my head. I understood how much this meant. Griffin didn't make pancakes. Griffin didn't give hugs. Yet, here he was…doing both.

He cleared his throat and pulled away, his cheeks flushing red.

"Well. That was…weird. Maybe we should…"

I shook my head and laughed delightedly.

"Just kiss me, idiot."

Griffin was all too happy to oblige.