Chapter Ten: Moment of Truth
When the moment of truth comes, it comes quietly. There are no passionate speeches of love felt now and forever made, no falling into arms and into bed, no music, no fireworks.
(Those would in part come later, when there wasn't a rambunctious nine-year-old around and no work to be done for several days straight; plenty of time to inform their friends of their spur-of-the-moment nuptials and honeymoon on one of the many deserted islands in Yue Bay too small for habitation but just right for a small getaway.)
There is a pot of tea, a woolen blanket for a chilly afternoon, and a few heartfelt words murmured into still-dark hair.
And that is just as it was meant to be.
A/N: I don't care how many of you hate that this is how it ends, I LOVE it. It's fitting to me, to have something quiet and understated-because, as I've come to realize through writing this, their romance isn't the Epick Romanse to End Everything. It came quietly, it snuck up on them, and they built it up over a period of almost fifteen years without realizing it.
Title of this fic comes from the song Turning Page by Sleeping At Last, which is my favorite song at the moment. It seemed fitting.
Hope y'all enjoyed, and if you didn't...well...sorry. I'll do better next time. If you have questions, concerns, or cries of heresy, please leave a review! Thank you!