Okay, so I haven't been on in a long time. I'm sorry.

This is still so amazing though. I've finally gotten to a chapter I don't remember, and I was like "YES!" cause it's so amazing.

I love this. Jamie and Edward are so cool. <333

yay, you're back! i've missed you! and, for that, i will reward you with another chapter right away .
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Chapter eight: Tales from another broken home…

Jamie squeezed Edward’s hand reassuringly. Edward took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he knew he had to do. Jamie wished that he could do more, but all he could do was hold Edward’s hand and offer silent support. This was something that Edward had to do on his own.

Edward’s hand was steady as he rang the doorbell, but Jamie could feel his other hand trembling. He pressed harder. Edward looked gratefully at him for a moment, then turned his head back to the door. Jamie found himself wondering what Edward’s family would be like. His own family, catholic Jesus freaks to a bone, would have taken one look at the two of them and shuddered convulsively, slamming the door in their faces in the process. Would Edward’s family react differently?

The door was opened by a slightly older than middle-aged woman. Her graying brown hair was pulled back from her face in a single braid, and she wore no makeup or jewelry. Her brown eyes, so similar yet so different from Edward’s, looked at them blankly for a moment, then hardened.

“What are you doing here?” she asked harshly.

“I came back to see you,” Edward said.

“And who’s this?” she demanded, shifting those hard eyes to Jamie.

Edward took another deep breath. “This is Jamie. My boyfriend.” Jamie was impressed. He wouldn’t have thought that Edward would state it so baldly.

“Your what?!” she screeched.

“My boyfriend,” Edward repeated, his voice stronger. “We’ve been living together for about four months now.”

Her eyes were bulging so much that Jamie thought for an instant that they would pop out completely. A man came into view, a man that Jamie assumed was Edward’s father. He stopped dead when he saw them standing in the doorway, and he stared at the two of them.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded.

“I came back to see you,” Edward repeated. “Are you going to let me in?”

The woman turned to her husband, obviously looking for answers. He scowled, but nodded grudgingly. The woman stepped aside and Jamie and Edward entered the house, not letting go of each other’s hands as they did so. Jamie found perverse pleasure in the way that both of Edward’s parents refused to look at the connection. He wondered how long they would ignore it.

Edward let the way into the living room, claiming the couch for himself and Jamie and leaving his parents to make do with the chairs. They sat stiffly, and the four of them waited in an uncomfortable silence. Finally, Edward’s father asked, “Have you come to reminisce about how things were before?”

Edward grimaced. “Before I went bad, you mean?”

Their silence gave the two of them all the answer they needed.

“No,” Edward said. “I came to ask you what I can do –within reason– to end this mess.”

“You can admit that we were right all along,” Edward’s mother said. She eyed Jamie as though he were some sort of bug. “You can get rid of him and get yourself a proper family.”

Edward clenched both hands, cutting off Jamie’s circulation. Jamie didn’t care. He would be squeezed to death before he let Edward come back here alone.

“I can’t do that,” he said quietly. “It’s who I am.”

“You can change who you are,” his father said. “Or you could if you’d admit that there was something wrong with you.”

“There’s nothing wrong with him!” Jamie burst out. Edward shook his head infinitesimally, warning him to stay silent.

“I can’t be who you want me to be,” Edward told his parents. “I’m sorry about that.”

“You could be,” his mother corrected. “Edward, this isn’t for us. We just want you to be happy.”

“By turning me out of my home?” Edward asked bitterly.

“You had to learn what it was like,” his father said. “Now you have. You’ll find nothing but pain like this, trust me.”

“You’re wrong!” Edward said. “I haven’t found any more pain than I did here!”

Edward’s mother sighed heavily. “Edward, you know that… what you think you feel isn’t true. You know what love means. You’re just being tempted.”

Edward looked at her in disgust. “You sound like a religious fanatic,” he said.

“You know as well as I do that I believe in the word of God,” his mother snapped. “That does not make me a fanatic, and it does make me right.”

“Listen to her,” Edward’s father counseled. “She only wants the best for you.”

“But she’s wrong!” Edward pleaded. “I know she is!”

“Don’t argue with those older and wiser than you,” his father said dangerously. “You asked what you could do to make us take you back, you got your answer. Renounce your wicked ways, and we will be proud to have you in our family again.”

There were tears in Edward’s eyes as he looked at his parents. Jamie suddenly realized just why he’d accepted his own disinheritance without trying to change it. The pain that was running through Edward was obvious, and Jamie knew himself well enough to know that he would have crumbled. He would have renounced everything and gone back to being the perfect son again. He wondered suddenly if that was what Edward would do.

He had to force himself not to clutch Edward’s hand, had to force himself to keep his face neutral. If it came to that, he would live through it as he had before. He wasn’t about to commit suicide for love, not even for Edward’s. That was overdone and cliché, and Jamie hated clichés. Besides, he wasn’t finished living yet.

“I can’t,” Edward whispered again.

Edward’s father turned to Jamie. Jamie was taken aback by the naked pleading in the older man’s eyes. “You think you love him, don’t you?” he asked.

“I love Edward,” Jamie affirmed.

“Then, for his sake, renounce him now,” Edward’s father pleaded. “Give him a chance at a true life. Give him the chance to make something out of himself before it’s too late.”

“Shut up!” Edward screamed, not letting Jamie answer. “You have no right to talk to him like that!”

“I am giving him a choice,” his father said icily. “And while you are in my house, you will moderate your volume and keep a civil tongue in your head, do you understand me?”

Edward tried to meet his father’s eyes, but he couldn’t sustain his gaze and his eyes dropped down to his lap. “Yes sir,” he murmured.

Edward’s father turned back to Jamie. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Jamie Calhoun,” Jamie answered warily.

“Mr. Calhoun… Jamie. I am begging you: do what is right for Edward. Please.”

Jamie shrank back at the obvious begging in the man’s voice, but he held strong. “I can’t,” he said, unconsciously parroting Edward. “I love Edward, and I won’t leave him until he asks me to.”

“He’s not well!” Edward’s mother burst out. “Can’t you see that? Neither one of you are! You need help, you need treatment.”

Jamie felt his temper rising. “Neither one of us need any kind of treatment,” he said coldly. “And if we did, we wouldn’t ask you for advice. This is your son you’re speaking about, Mrs. Howard. Can’t you see that he’s the same as he always was?”

“Jamie,” Edward said quietly. “Don’t. It’s not worth it.”

Jamie turned to stare at him. “You don’t think they’re right, do you?” he demanded. “Because they’re not. You know they’re not!”

Edward didn’t answer. Jamie couldn’t stand the smug looks on both of his parent’s faces, and he grabbed Edward’s other hands.

“Edward,” he said sternly. “Snap out of it! You are your own person now, and you don’t have to listen to them any more.”

“Let him make his own decision,” Edward’s mother screeched. “It’s not up to you to tell him what to do.”

“Shut up,” Jamie said flatly. He didn’t even look at her. “Your interference isn’t needed.”

His mother’s attack seemed to have roused Edward from his stupor. He finally returned the pressure that Jamie was exerting on his hands. “You’re right,” he agreed. “They’re wrong.”

Jamie turned back to look at Edward’s parents. They were trying to look anywhere but at their one-time son, trying not to see the exhibition of homosexual love happening in their living room. Jamie felt anger start to boil in his chest, and he had to make himself keep his grip on Edward relaxed. So they didn’t want the two of them to be in love in their house, did they? Jamie would give them more love than they could bear, and he didn’t give a damn what kind of impression he was making.

“Edward?”

“Yes?”

“Would you get engaged in your parents’ house?”

Edward blinked. “What kind of question is that?”

“Just answer.”

“It would depend on who asked me, I suppose.”

“What if it was me?”

“Are you implying what I think you are?”

Jamie grinned. “What do you think I’m asking?”

Edward glared at him. “Jamie Calhoun, are you asking me to marry you?”

“I am,” Jamie agreed.

“Then ask!”

Jamie’s grin widened. “Edward, will you marry me?”

“Of course I will,” Edward breathed. He looked at Jamie for a long moment, then slowly bridged the gap between them and deposited a slow, sweet, possessive kiss on his lips. Jamie returned it, thinking as he did so that this was the best kiss that he had ever been given.

AWWwwww

Chapter nine: I’ll be there for you…

The summer day dawned bright and clear. Jamie woke up with his stomach in knots, convinced that he was making one of the biggest mistakes in his life. What if Edward didn’t really want this? What if he had just agreed to comfort Jamie?

Edward turned over in the bed and mumbled, “Whazematter?”

“Nothing,” Jamie said hurriedly.

Edward blinked, then struggled to wake properly. “You’re worrying again, aren’t you?”

Jamie didn’t deny it.

Edward rolled his eyes. He didn’t even bother saying anything, only pulled Jamie down into a deep, sweet kiss. “When will you learn?” he asked as he released Jamie. “When someone kisses you, it usually means that they like you. When they live with you, it usually means that they like you a lot, and when someone agrees to marry you, it usually means that they love you.”

“I know,” Jamie assured Edward.

“Then stop worrying! It’ll be a wonderful day, I’m sure of it!”

“You’re an optimist,” Jamie muttered.

Edward grinned. “It’s my wedding day!” he said. “I have a right to be optimistic, don’t I?”

“You’re going to get silly about it,” Jamie grumbled. “I hate it when you get silly on me.”

Edward rolled his eyes. “You are thoroughly unromantic,” he complained.

“That’s not true!” Jamie protested. “I’m just not romantic when it comes to myself. If it were Anne or Sara who were getting married, I wouldn’t be nearly this nervous.”

Edward kissed his nose. “Everything will be fine,” he assured Jamie. “Trust me!”

“I will,” Jamie agreed. “I have so far.”

Edward grinned. “Excellent. So, what are we going to eat this morning?”

Jamie grimaced. “Whatever you can find. I’m not eating anything!”

“Nonsense!” Edward said. “You can’t get married on an empty stomach!”

“Edward, why are you talking in exclamation points?” Jamie demanded.

Edward laughed. “It’s my wedding day! I’m allowed to talk in exclamation points today, aren’t I?”

Jamie shook his head in amazement. “Who are you and what have you done with Edward?” he muttered.

“If I told you that I was my own twin brother and that I’d locked myself in the closet for the duration of the day, would it reassure you?”

“Considerably. I refuse to marry anyone but Edward, though, so you’ll have to let him out eventually. What’s your name, by the way?”

Edward considered for a moment. “Draco,” he said.

Jamie chocked. “Draco?!” he spluttered.

“Did you actually read the books?” Edward demanded.

“Of course I did! Draco’s the bad guy!”

Edward rolled his eyes. “You aren’t romantic at all, are you? Harry and Draco are secretly in love with each other, but no one knows because they can’t tell anyone for fear of the consequences. Depending on which version you read, one or both of them dies and they come out to the world.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“I’m not done yet. If you read the happy ones, they come out before they die and everyone else has to deal with it.”

Jamie stared at him. “You do have things all worked out, don’t you?”

Edward shrugged. “I was a bit obsessed when I was younger. It’s not my fault.”

Jamie snorted. “Then whose fault is it?”

“Youtube’s,” Edward said instantly. “All the videos on there corrupted me beyond redemption.”

Jamie rolled his eyes. “Right,” he drawled. “I’m still not hungry.”

“Nonsense,” Edward said briskly. “Tell you what. I’ll cook this morning, and you will stay here.”

Jamie started to protest, but Edward brushed his words aside. “You are eating this morning, and that’s final,” he said firmly, slipping out of the bed and slipping into his old clothes. Jamie assumed that he would change before the actual ceremony. He gave Jamie another kiss, then vanished out the door and down the hall. Jamie fidgeted for a very long fifteen minutes, then gave up. He threw the covers back and pulled on his own old clothes. Properly dressed, or at least clothed, he made his way out to the kitchen. Edward didn’t look up as he entered, only said, “You were supposed to wait for me.”

Jamie shrugged. “I got bored,” he said. “What is this?”

“Food,” Edward said unhelpfully. “It doesn’t matter what it is, because you will eat it if I have to force-feed your myself.”

Jamie grimaced. “You’ve made your point,” he said dryly. “I’ll eat.”

“Good.”

Jamie ate, though he couldn’t have said what it was that was put on his plate. Edward didn’t comment, but he waited until Jamie couldn’t eat another bite, then speared the rest of his food and slipped it onto his own plate. Jamie left the kitchen and walked with slow, measured steps back to his room. He looked at the outfit that he’d picked up the week before, wondering just why he’d ever thought that he wanted to dress up. He hated dressing up.

He slipped the suit on, reminding himself that he was doing this for Edward. Edward wanted him to look nice, so he had purchased the first suit he’d ever owned. He ran a bush through his black hair, making sure that it was even on all sides. Then, thinking of nothing else to do, he sat down heavily and took out a book. It would take his mind off things, at least for a little while.

He couldn’t read forever, and when Edward rapped on his door, he put it down reluctantly. He pulled open the door and looked up the half-inch into Edward’s face. Edward was looking at him appreciatively. “You look nice,” he approved.

“So do you,” Jamie said. “I hate my outfit, though.”

“It’s good to see you dressed nicely for once,” Edward protested. “You should do it more often.”

Jamie grimaced. “I hate dressing up. I always have.”

Edward rolled his eyes. “Well, you look fabulous whether you like it or not.”

“So says you,” Jamie muttered. Edward rolled his eyes, then reached out for Jamie’s hand.
“It’s time to go.” Some of the playfulness had left his voice, and Jamie realized suddenly that Edward was as terrified as he was. He forced a smile onto his face.

“Then let’s go.”

They walked the short blocks to the temple, where they’d agreed without even negotiating to have the ceremony. After all, what better place was there to have a marriage that wasn’t even officially recognized preformed? Jareth was waiting for them at the door, dressed in his best as well. Jamie bit back a snort at the sight of the many different cultures represented by Jareth’s outfit, from the crucifix around his neck to the tiny replica of a sacrificial knife belted to his waist.

“You ready?” he asked.

Jamie took a deep breath, then nodded. Jareth grinned, his pearly white teeth clashing with the darkness of his complexion. “You’ll see,” he promised. “The two of you are made for each other.”

“Just get on with it,” Edward said tightly. “We’d rather not delay it too much longer.”

Jareth winked, then turned to Jamie. “There’s someone you might want to see before we get started,” he said. “She’s waiting in your office.”

Jamie frowned. Who could it possibly be? All of his friends had spoken to him over the last few days, so there was no one who would need a private word. Maybe they had something to give him?

“I’ll get back as soon as I can,” Jamie said, turning to Edward. “It shouldn’t take too long.”

Edward nodded, a little stiffly. Jamie looked at him closely. “Hey. If I’m not allowed to be nervous, then neither are you. When someone asks you to marry him, it usually means that he loves you.”

Edward smiled, only slightly shakily. “I’ll remember that,” he said. “Go find out who it is.”

Jamie headed around towards his office the back way, unwilling to deal with the crowds of people that would be in the main room. He slipped into the office through the back entrance, finding it occupied by a woman in a light green dress. She had her back turned towards him, obviously expecting him to come in the other way. He frowned. He didn’t think he knew her, but there was something eerily familiar about her. “Um, Jareth said you wanted to see me?” he asked hesitantly.

She started, then turned to look at him. He gasped as he saw her face. It couldn’t be… could it?

“Estelle?” he whispered.

She nodded.

“How?”

She smiled. “Edward called me. He looked me up online and asked me to come. He said that you wanted me to come.”

Jamie nodded, speechless. How had Edward known that he’d been wanting Estelle here with him? The other man had done his mind reading act again, and Jamie didn’t know how to thank him.

Estelle seemed just as stunned as he was. She was looking at him closely, tilting her head to examine him from all angles. Finally, she said, “You’ve grown.”

“No I haven’t,” he protested. “You stop growing when you get into college.”

“Well, you look like you have. Maybe I’ve just shrunk.”

He laughed, and suddenly he was embracing her. She hugged him back, then pulled away. “We’re keeping you away from your fiancé,” she said. “I’ll talk to you after the ceremony, ‘kay?”

He nodded, then left the office the way he’d come.

He found Edward standing where he’d left him. Jamie slipped his hand into Edward’s. Edward turned to look at him. “Thank you,” Jamie whispered.

Edward relaxed fractionally. “I hoped that you wanted her to come. You said that the two of you were close.”

“I did. We were.”

Jareth grinned at the two of them. “It’s time,” he said. Jamie took a deep breath, then gripped Edward’s hand more firmly.

“We’re ready.”

They followed Jareth into the main room of the temple and towards the alter at the front of the room. It was as full of people as Jamie had feared. Anne and Sara were sitting with a slightly younger woman who Jamie assumed was Sara’s sister. David and Becca and them were scattered around the room, mingled with people that Jamie assumed to be Edward’s friends. Estelle had slipped in, standing near the back. None of Edward’s family had come, but Jamie could tell that Edward didn’t notice. He would later, but this wasn’t a time for sadness.

Jareth stopped in front of the alter, in between Jamie and Edward. He gazed out at the crowd, then smiled. It lessened some of the tension in the room.

“We’re here today to perform a wedding,” Jareth began. “It might not be properly legal in the eyes of the law of this amazingly glorious country, but it’s a wedding nonetheless.” There were a few peals of laughter, but they were quickly hushed. “There isn’t really a set of proscribed words for this,” Jareth continued, “but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that the two men who are standing before me love each other truly. They’ve had their troubles, just like everyone else has. Their troubles are far from over, but in vowing today, they are promising to face them all together. Both come from families that rejected them, but they have found a new family in each other.” There were tears running down Sara’s face as she listened, though Anne’s eyes were dry. Jamie wasn’t surprised: he’d never seen Anne cry. It didn’t matter. The fact that she was watching and not reading anything at all told him how important this was to her.

“That’s all I have to say in terms of a sermon, so we’ll go on to the vows. Jamie Calhoun, do you take Edward Howard to be your wedded husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon him your heart’s deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him as long as you both shall live?”

Jamie took a deep breath and looked straight at Edward. “I do,” he said firmly.

Jareth repeated the question, addressing it to Edward. “I do,” Edward stated.

“I now pronounce you wedded in the bonds of true love. You may exchange kisses.” Jamie didn’t hear the scattered laughter at this slightly untraditional conclusion to the ceremony. He was too busy kissing Edward. As he looked into the other man’s eyes, he saw such love reflected in them that he shivered. They were exchanging more than rings and kisses that day: they were exchanging pieces of their soul. Jamie would always have Edward in him, and Edward would always have Jamie. It was irrevocable and magical. As long as they both shall live indeed.

"As long as they both shall live indeed." left me wanting MORE!

last chapter:

Chapter ten (epilogue): Strawberry fields forever…

“Congratulations again,” Edward said, handing Jamie a strawberry.
Jamie grinned, accepting the gift. “It wasn’t easy,” he admitted. “But I made it!”
“Dr. Calhoun. I like it!”
Jamie laughed. “I still haven’t gotten used to it yet,” he admitted. “But I think I will in time.”
Edward lay back on the grass, watching as the clouds drifted past. “Remember when we first met?” he asked dreamily.
Jamie snorted. “Of course I do!”
“You didn’t say anything to me,” Edward complained. “I kept waiting for you to say something, but you wouldn’t even look at me!”
“I was trying not to embarrass myself,” Jamie admitted.
Edward flipped over to look at him. He raised an eyebrow curiously. “You were?”
“Of course I was! I had the world’s biggest crush on you.”
“So did I,” Edward confided. “I thought that you didn’t like me.”
“As if.”
“Ah, the naivety of youth,” Edward said. He pulled Jamie down next to him. Jamie twisted to avoid the basket of red fruits, and ended up on top of Edward. “How little we knew then.”
“How much we know now,” Jamie added.
“You do. You’re a Doctor of Philosophy.”
Jamie grinned at that. He suddenly thought of a half-remembered melody, and his mind inserted new words into it. “I’m a Doctor of Philosophy/I’m very very smart. I studied hard for years and years/and now work at Wall-mart.”
Edward burst out laughing. “Where’d you get that?” he demanded.
Jamie shrugged. “One of Estelle’s old plays,” he said. “She thought of the words. I don’t even remember the real ones.”
“Well,” Edward commented. “Those don’t apply to you.”
“Are you implying that I am not very very smart?” Jamie demanded, pushing himself away in mock anger.
“I think you’re brilliant, love,” Edward assured him. “But you don’t work anywhere near a Wall-mart.”
“Good thing, too,” Jamie said tartly. “If I did, then how would I get you through your own doctorate?”
Edward shrugged. “You’d manage. Besides, it’s not as though you’re the only one who brings in money, you know.”
“You’re doing a marvelous job,” Jamie agreed solemnly.
Edward shoved him lightly, though not enough to push him off. “You don’t appreciate me for who I am,” he said soulfully.
“I appreciate you plenty,” Jamie assured him. “But you’re not the primary bread-winner of the partnership.”
“You are slandering me,” Edward said loftily. “I shall not listen to another word that leaves your lips.”
“Not even, ‘I love you’?” Jamie queried, lowering his voice half a step.
“Those, I will consent to receive,” Edward admitted.
Jamie grinned and kissed him. Edward enveloped him in tanned arms, and they held the connection for a long time. When they finally released, Jamie scooted off Edward and lay down next to him. “What do you see in the clouds?’ he asked, watching as the slight breeze buffeted the clouds around.
Edward squinted, staring up into the sky. “I see… a duck.”
Jamie strained his own eyes, but all he could see were round blobs. “How in the world did you manage to see a duck?!”
“See?” Edward asked, sketching out the figure as he spoke. “There’s its head, and that pointed one is the tail, and the feet are sticking down.”
Jamie stared for a moment longer, then shook his head. “Your imagination is more fertile than mine, obviously.”
“It’s like seeing the fat lady riding a pig as England. You just have to know how to look.”
Jamie snorted. “I’ve never been able to see it,” he admitted.
“Remind me to teach you someday.”
“People have tried. My brain doesn’t work that way.”
“Nonsense!” Edward said briskly. “Everyone can learn to see ducks in clouds and crazy pig-riding women in maps. It’s all a matter of looking at it from the right point of view.”
“One that I don’t have.”
Edward rolled his eyes. “So what do you see?” he asked, gesturing up at the sky.
Jamie frowned, trying to think of something to say. “Um… I see a bunch of round things.”
“But what do they look like?” Edward demanded. “‘Round blobs’ doesn’t count, you know.”
Jamie shrugged. “But that’s what I see,” he complained. “Do you want me to lie?”
“No, I want you to engage your imagination,” Edward said in exasperation. “Oh, all right. Let’s make this easy. Take that blob there.” His finger indicated a rather large oblong. “What shape is it?”
“Round and elongated,” Jamie answered.
“Good. What else is round and elongated that you can think of.”
“Those tube pillows,” Jamie said after a moment’s thought.
“That the best you can think of?” Edward asked.
Jamie nodded.
“Right. So, does the cloud look like a pillow?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it isn’t in three dimensions,” Jamie answered. “It’s more like a picture of a pillow.”
“There you have it!” Edward said triumphantly. “You saw something in the clouds!”
Jamie rolled his eyes. “If you say so,” he agreed dubiously. “I still think that my brain isn’t wired for that.”
“Everyone’s is,” Edward said again.
Jamie continued to look at the clouds, absently admiring the puffy white perfection. How could they stay such a pure white with all the pollution in the world? It was like there was a kind of magic that enabled the clouds to purify themselves and stay that same dazzling white. As he watched, he drifted once again into that sleepy-trancelike state. His vision sharpened and he suddenly could see Edward’s duck. To his bliss-drugged mind, he saw the duck split apart and become two pieces of a broken heart. The two pieces that had once been Jamie and Edward.
He watched as the two pieces drifted closer together, brushing each other and then recoiling. He winced at that, but continued to watch the aerial drama. The two pieces, gradually breaking apart, continued to stay away, and Jamie wondered if that was how it ended. Was the rest just a dream? But then one of the crumbling halves reach out and touched the other tentatively. As he watched, they welded together again, mending themselves as they did so. As one, they obliterated the dark patches and clung together. He saw the holes that were still there gradually begin to fill in, and knew that there were many more. Neither he nor Edward were completely healed yet, but whatever happened, they would do it together. He smiled.
“Jamie?” Edward asked, brushing his hand lightly. “Are you there?”
Jamie shifted closer. “Of course I am,” he whispered. “I’m always with you.”
The tone of Edward’s voice changed as he answered, “So am I.”
Jamie reached over and drew Edward close, touching his mouth to his. As Edward responded, Jamie closed his eyes. Everything would be all right now. They would always be together, and everything would be all right.

fin

what a nice ending

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