The Lies We Tell
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
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Chapter 11- Epilogue
Catherine's recovery had been slow. After she was shot by Alex, she had to
stay in the hospital for close to a month. Because her wound was so close to her
lungs, the doctors had wanted her to stay and heal properly.
Vincent had moved into her apartment, and either he or Heather, who had
become Ryan's babysitter, would bring Ryan by several times a day, so Catherine
could nurse him.
Having a bedside wedding service wasn't exactly the way she had
envisioned her wedding day, but her groom she could find no fault in. Within 30
minutes of Vincent's declaration, Catherine found herself being pronounced Mrs
Vincent Keller. The kiss that Vincent had bestowed on his new bride actually
made the preacher clear his throat, causing Catherine to blush to the roots of
her hair.
Catherine finally had everything she could ever want......
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8 months later......
Vincent came home in the middle of the day to surprise his wife. In his hands
were a lovely bouquet of roses. He unlocked the apartment door, and stepped
inside. No sounds greeted him. He walked to Ryan's room and stuck his head
inside. His 1 year old son was currently laying on his stomach, his arms and
legs sprawled around him. He was sound asleep. Vincent chuckled softly, and
closed the door.
He opened the bedroom door, and looked inside. Catherine was curled up on the
bed, also fast asleep. Vincent crept in and closed the door softly. He placed
the roses by her alarm clock, and walked quietly to his side of the bed. Taking
off his shoes, he slipped in bed behind her. His arm wrapped around her waist,
and caressed the bump that was just starting to show. Catherine was 4 months
pregnant with their 2nd child.
Catherine scooted backwards, her back pressing against his chest. She
mmmmm'ed and her hand came up, grasping his loosely. She opened her eyes
and turned her head. Vincent kissed her cheek, and she smiled sleepily.
"Hey, you....." she whispered.
"Hey, yourself.." he returned. She turned more, so that her back was against
the bed. He rubbed his hand over her stomach, and she giggled. "How are you
feeling?"
"Tired mostly. I seem to fall asleep all the time."
"That's not unusual, especially coming out of the 1st Trimester. It'll be over soon."
"Oh, I know. I was like this with Ryan, too."
Vincent got a far off look that Catherine recognized all too well. It was the same look he got anytime he thought about all he had missed out on. Catherine
would patiently bring him out of it every time it happened.
"It's okay, Vincent. You aren't going to miss anything this time," Catherine
assured him. Vincent sighed.
"I wish I hadn't missed everything the first time," he lamented softly.
"I know. But, we can't go back and change it. Besides, Ryan absolutely adores
you. He is definitely a Daddy's boy."
Vincent rubbed his hand over her stomach again. He smiled wistfully. "I wish I could have seen you growing large with my child, like I am now." He shook his head. "I was so stupid..."
"No, you were never stupid. You were a victim of Max's treachery, just like I was."
Vincent kissed her lips. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
Catherine reached down, and rubbed her hand over the front of his jeans,
where a noticeable bulge was forming. Vincent growled, and nipped at her lips.
Catherine turned toward him, and ground herself against him. The bulge grew
larger, and Catherine giggled.
Suddenly, she found herself on her back, with Vincent hovering over her.
"This means war, woman!!"
Catherine threw him a provocative look, before holding up her hands in mock
surrender. Vincent grinned, before sitting up and rapidly dispensing himself of
his clothes. In record time, her clothes also lay in a heap on the floor. She panted in his ear, pregnancy making her hormones spike.
"How much time do we have?" Vincent asked, his hand trailing down, past her stomach. He cupped her intimately, and Catherine gasped.
"At least an hour..."
Vincent grinned. "I can do a lot in an hour....."
Catherine giggled, before pulling him against her. "I love you, Vincent."
He kissed her lips. "I love you more, Catherine. And, I'm gonna show you just how much.....right now."
Soon, all that could be heard were the moans and sighs of two people who had finally found a love to last a lifetime.
A love that had already lasted a lifetime....
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean
no infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal
enjoyment and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE
BULLYING!
#------
Chapter 11- Epilogue
Catherine's recovery had been slow. After she was shot by Alex, she had to
stay in the hospital for close to a month. Because her wound was so close to her
lungs, the doctors had wanted her to stay and heal properly.
Vincent had moved into her apartment, and either he or Heather, who had
become Ryan's babysitter, would bring Ryan by several times a day, so Catherine
could nurse him.
Having a bedside wedding service wasn't exactly the way she had
envisioned her wedding day, but her groom she could find no fault in. Within 30
minutes of Vincent's declaration, Catherine found herself being pronounced Mrs
Vincent Keller. The kiss that Vincent had bestowed on his new bride actually
made the preacher clear his throat, causing Catherine to blush to the roots of
her hair.
Catherine finally had everything she could ever want......
#-----
8 months later......
Vincent came home in the middle of the day to surprise his wife. In his hands
were a lovely bouquet of roses. He unlocked the apartment door, and stepped
inside. No sounds greeted him. He walked to Ryan's room and stuck his head
inside. His 1 year old son was currently laying on his stomach, his arms and
legs sprawled around him. He was sound asleep. Vincent chuckled softly, and
closed the door.
He opened the bedroom door, and looked inside. Catherine was curled up on the
bed, also fast asleep. Vincent crept in and closed the door softly. He placed
the roses by her alarm clock, and walked quietly to his side of the bed. Taking
off his shoes, he slipped in bed behind her. His arm wrapped around her waist,
and caressed the bump that was just starting to show. Catherine was 4 months
pregnant with their 2nd child.
Catherine scooted backwards, her back pressing against his chest. She
mmmmm'ed and her hand came up, grasping his loosely. She opened her eyes
and turned her head. Vincent kissed her cheek, and she smiled sleepily.
"Hey, you....." she whispered.
"Hey, yourself.." he returned. She turned more, so that her back was against
the bed. He rubbed his hand over her stomach, and she giggled. "How are you
feeling?"
"Tired mostly. I seem to fall asleep all the time."
"That's not unusual, especially coming out of the 1st Trimester. It'll be over soon."
"Oh, I know. I was like this with Ryan, too."
Vincent got a far off look that Catherine recognized all too well. It was the same look he got anytime he thought about all he had missed out on. Catherine
would patiently bring him out of it every time it happened.
"It's okay, Vincent. You aren't going to miss anything this time," Catherine
assured him. Vincent sighed.
"I wish I hadn't missed everything the first time," he lamented softly.
"I know. But, we can't go back and change it. Besides, Ryan absolutely adores
you. He is definitely a Daddy's boy."
Vincent rubbed his hand over her stomach again. He smiled wistfully. "I wish I could have seen you growing large with my child, like I am now." He shook his head. "I was so stupid..."
"No, you were never stupid. You were a victim of Max's treachery, just like I was."
Vincent kissed her lips. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
Catherine reached down, and rubbed her hand over the front of his jeans,
where a noticeable bulge was forming. Vincent growled, and nipped at her lips.
Catherine turned toward him, and ground herself against him. The bulge grew
larger, and Catherine giggled.
Suddenly, she found herself on her back, with Vincent hovering over her.
"This means war, woman!!"
Catherine threw him a provocative look, before holding up her hands in mock
surrender. Vincent grinned, before sitting up and rapidly dispensing himself of
his clothes. In record time, her clothes also lay in a heap on the floor. She panted in his ear, pregnancy making her hormones spike.
"How much time do we have?" Vincent asked, his hand trailing down, past her stomach. He cupped her intimately, and Catherine gasped.
"At least an hour..."
Vincent grinned. "I can do a lot in an hour....."
Catherine giggled, before pulling him against her. "I love you, Vincent."
He kissed her lips. "I love you more, Catherine. And, I'm gonna show you just how much.....right now."
Soon, all that could be heard were the moans and sighs of two people who had finally found a love to last a lifetime.
A love that had already lasted a lifetime....
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