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"Honey, I'm home!" Morgan called out in his best Ricky Ricardo impression as he walked through the apartment door.

Morgan made his way to the kitchen, and the aroma of Jiya's Aloo Posto being kept warm and ready on the stove greeted him before he made it to the door. Once there, he could see the pot with the dish with Jiya there beside it with her back turned to him, swaying her hips as she sang along with one of her favorite Bollywood soundtracks.

Morgan grinned as he more with stealth to sneak up behind her, and wrap his arms around her waist, "Dinner smells so amazing as always, my gorgeous chef!"

A surprised yelp came out of Jiya's mouth before she started to giggle, and swatted his hands away playfully, "You/re such a menace, Morgan Stark! One day I'll have to invest in a bell to warn me to let me know when you've arrived home!"

"Aw, but think how much we'd miss out on these precious reunion sneak attacks," he murmured as he nuzzled her neck until she squealed.

"Oh you're incorrigible! At least let me get our dinner plated before you succeed in distracting me again and it burns!"

Morgan gave her a cheeky grin before he obediently released her, and moved to set the kitchen table while Jiya scooped the aloo posto over some basmati rice. When she came over to the table with heaping plates, he snagged her wrist again, and pulled her into a sound kiss.

"Mmmm... perfect as always," he muttered against her smiling lips, "Now please do tell me your tales of your latest exploits while I shovel in this heavenly manna into my face!"

With an eye roll Jiya laughed, and took her seat across from her charming dork of a boyfriend. Morgan listened attentively as she begun a story about an unruly patient she had had during her morning rounds. Morgan grinned the entire time as he tucked into every bite of the comforting, delicious food with every bite reminding him of the home and love he'd found in her.
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"All right, Dr. Stark, for today's lesson we will cover a foundation of Indian cuisine, which is curry," Jiya proclaimed, her tone authoritative as was her point with a wooden spoon, "Now are you ready?"

Morgan snapped an exaggerated salute, "Yes, Master Chef Banerjee! Your student's mind is but an empty vessel, and it is ready to absorb your great, infinite culinary wisdom."

Jiya batted his arm playfully as she tried to stifle a laugh, "You are very lucky that you're cute, because that little sloppy salute deserves kitchen demerits."

She pointed him in the direction of the counter where an array of vibrant spices, herbs, and veggies were laid out at the ready. As she listed off the ingredients one by one, he repeated them with a furrowed brow.

"Now, the most important step in making the perfect curry is for the cook to take the time to bloom the spices," Jiya explained as she poured some oil into a saucepan. She glanced at Morgan with a nod, who in turn tossed in cumin, cardamon, cinnamon, and all other parts.

The aromas were heady as they wafted throughout the kitchen, making Morgan's eyes go wide with appreciation, "Wow... I didn't know something to simple could turn into such an experience!"

Jiya winked at him, "Just you wait!" She then showed him how to saute the onions and garlic while she stirred into tomato puree. Afterwards she adjusted for consistency and seasonings with experienced precision.

Morgan was in pure awe as he watched her smooth motions, "You make it all look so effortless."

"It's simply years of watching my Mother make this very curry," Jiya said with a smile, her tone wistful, "But the real key is to pour in your love into whatever the food is you are preparing."

She stepped behind Morgan, and wrapped her hands around his so she could guide his hands in the final parts of finishing the curry. He lost himself in the aromas along with the warmth of her embrace.

Sometime later, they were rewarded in their efforts as Jiya ladled the deep ruby-hued curry over a pure white mountain of basmati rice, sprinkling cilantro on top to complete it. She pinched Morgan's cheek affectionately.

"And there we are, my star pupil — your first curry made with our own two hands! Delicious, no?"

As he shoveled an eagerly awaited bite into his mouth, Morgan nodded with a grin as his taste buds exploded in ecstasy.

As he swallowed, he raised an eyebrow at her, "Mastered of the first lesson? I think that's overstating things a little bit, o great and wise chef. But I know that as long as I have you with me to be my lifelong and very personal tutor, I'll be happy to keep trying as long ad it takes to perfect my attempts!"
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A shrill beeping startled Morgan out of a dreamless sleep. He groaned as he cracked open one eye as he looked over at the clock and saw 5:32am glaring back on the nightstand clock. He picked up his pager, and found what he expected to find: the number for the oncology ward.

"So much for sleeping in today," he muttered, as he threw off the covers. Jiya did not stir while he slipped out of bed quietly, and then out of their apartment to head to the hospital.

Morgan was by his patient's bedside by 6:15am. Mrs. Delgado's chemo had caused a fever that had spiked overnight, and had become so serious that it required prompt care. While he adjusted her IV meds, Morgan ran threw her treatment history again — her difficult surgery, the long radiation sessions she had endured, and her astounding perseverance through it all. He knew he owed her only his very best efforts.

Then three admissions and a complicated case review panel later, Morgan was finally able to escape the hospital at around 4pm. Although he was utterly drained, he still made a stop for groceries on his way home. He knew Jiya would be starving after her own 12-hour shift came to an end.

Once he got home, Morgan headed straight for the kitchen. The first thing he did, he fired up the old, battered rice cooker, then he mechanically chopped vegetables with efficiency. The flavors of coconut milk and the smell of spices soon wafted through the small apartment. Making his wife' recipe for Morgan was his culinary love language.

He had just transferred the finished curry to a waiting bowl when the door opened. Jiya dropped her tote, and then immediately melted into Morgan's arms as he held her close.

"Long day?" he murmured into her hair.  

Jiya nodded against his chest with a weary sigh, "Yes, far too long. We had three different patients to crash today, and one of them we couldn't..."

As they settled on the couch together, Morgan massaged his wife's tired feet as she ate the lovingly prepared curry and decompressed from her day by telling him about it. For a few blessed hours, the world was shut out in their tiny oasis of comfort.

At 9pm while they were half dozing, half watching a movie together, their peace was shattered once more as Morgan's pager sounded out signaling that a patient was crashing. He sighed, gave Jiya a lingering kiss, and then he rushed out the door to head to the hospital again.

Yet another resident Sunday survived. Not restful, but fulfilling in its own way.

Part 2 | Part 3
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Loki tried not to pace the hallway outside of his daughter's chambers, but in the end, he was unable to stop himself as his mind returned to the day years past when she was born. The day of her birth had been both a tragedy and a triumph as he'd gained his little snowflake but had lost his beloved Eva in the process. Still not all expectant mothers have had a curse placed upon them by a dying, revengeful witch, as Sigyn had not, and he knew she would come through this just fine.

Still each and every time he heard his daughter cry out or one of the midwife's apprentices made an appearance to fetch something for her, it was all he could do not to burst into the chamber with Sigyn, and shove Valir, his son-in-law, aside.

"Fear not, my Lord," one of the apprentices reassured him when she emerged from the chamber, "Lady Sigyn is tended by one of Asgard's most skilled midwives. All will be well."

Loki gave her a withering look before he resumed his pacing of the hallway. Of course he knew Sigyn was in very capable hands, yet his heart still thundered in his chest with every groan and whimper that reached his ears from within.

Midnight was marked by the bell tolling its solemn sound, which marked the arrival of another day. Loki paused, hoping that with the next time the bell rang out, his daughter's child would have made their way into the world at last. 

Then as if the child heard his heart's desire, a small cry that grew most lusty with each second came from behind the chamber's door — a newborn's cry. Loki's breath caught in his throat.

A few moments later the door of the chamber opened inward, and the chief midwife came out, a wide smile gracing her face, "The babe has arrived at last, my Lord. A fair, healthy maid-child has graced the halls of Lord Valir this night at the stroke of midnight."

Relief washed over Loki at the midwife's words, and then a tidal wave of joy enveloped him. 

"Lady Sigyn is asking for you, my Lord," the midwife said.

Loki nodded, and brushed past her into the chamber.

Sigyn laid in the bed, propped up against many pillows cradling a tiny bundle close to her chest. She looked up at him when he stopped at the foot of the bed, her eyes shining with happiness. She was clearly exhausted but Loki's not sure he's ever seen his daughter look so radiant as she does now.

"Hello there, Grandfather," she murmured as Loki comes to bend over the bed.

As Loki drank in the sight of his daughter and first grandchild, the trickster found that he had no clever quips, no mocking barbs to smother the love swelling one hundred fold in his chest. Instead, Loki simply drops a tender kiss to each one of their foreheads, allowing his tears of joy to say everything that needed to be said.

"Would you like to hold her, Father?" Sigyn asked.

Loki's eyes went to the other side of the bed where his son-in-law was seated, quietly observing them. As much as he wanted to hold his granddaughter, he was not about to rob Valir the honor of being the first to hold his new child.

Valir smiled as if he knew what Loki was thinking, and he nodded, "Go on, the midwife placed her in my arms mere seconds after she was born."

Loki nodded his thanks back to Valir before returning his attention fully to Sigyn and the precious bundle in his arms. With infinite gentleness, he extended both his arms, and carefully took the swaddled baby, bringing her to his chest to cradle her.

As the tiny face came into view, Loki could not help but be stunned by how utterly perfect she seemed to be. There were wisps of soft, downy hair that graced her head, of which Loki did not doubt came from both his beloved Eva and his daughter. And when she slowly opened her eyes, she looked up at her grandfather with unfocused by bright eyes, Loki's breath caught in his throat. For there in her gaze was the striking emerald green hue that so unique to his side of her family line.

While continuing to study her face, Loki inquired, "Have you decided upon a name for this little snowdrop?" 

"Snowdrop? Sigyn said with a smile, recognizing it as her father's endearment he had always called her.

Her father nodded, "Yes, it seems fitting."

Sigyn smiled at her father, "Indeed it is, I love it. And to answer your question, Father, we have decided to name her Freya, in honor of—"

"Your grandmother," Loki finished with a smile.

Oh Frigga would be thrilled and honored, and he hoped, would smile when she heard the name of her newest great-granddaughter. With Odin once more fallen into the Odinsleep, it seemed like the Queen smiled so little these days.

"A fitting choice — for both her great-grandmother and for her, as he beauty will be great."

The newborn yawned, and closed her eyes again, sighing off to sleep in the safety of her loving grandfather's arms. As he looked at her, Loki knew his life's purpose had never more apparent to him — he would be fierce in his love of her and he would help to guide her in his life in any way that he could.

Tonight has truly been the most special of nights, and Loki had never been more thankful for what he had been given.

Part Two
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Pepper sat on the window seat in the living room of her family's home, with a soft blanket wrapped around her shoulders. A soft blowing breeze from the slightly cracked window carried on it the smell of the flowers growing outside, and the sunlight being filtered by the curtains helped to give the room a comforting glow. She watched with a tender smile as her husband James and their nine year old son, Morgan, played catch in the backyard.

Morgan's laughter was infectious, and he was having the time of his life as he tossed around the baseball to his Dad, who of course caught the ball with skill, grinned right back at his son. Although she couldn't quite hear all of the words they were saying, Pepper knew they were also talking as they threw the baseball back and forth. She felt nothing but gratitude as she watched her two loves spend time together.

She breathed in deeply, savoring the warmth in her soul the precious scene outside created.

"Wow! You've got a good arm, Morgan!" Rhodey called out to his son, his voice carrying through the opened window.

Morgan threw the ball again, and said, "Daddy, you're the best catcher ever!"

Pepper laughed softly, so proud of both her husband and her son. Their simple game of catch together was one way she could see how much love held their family together during this difficult time of her illness.

Rhodey threw the baseball back to his son again, and as it traveled through the air, he glanced up at the window, catching his wife's eye. As their gazes met, a shared moment of understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgement of the love and support from him that was keeping Pepper going through her cancer treatments.

He spoke again, his voice warm with tenderness, "Are you having fun watching us, Ginny?"

She nodded, her lips curved upwards in a soft smile, "Yes, I love watching my guys have fun."

Morgan ran closer to the window, with the ball in his hand, "Mommy, Mommy! Did you see that throw I made?"

Pepper nodded again, "I saw, sweetheart. You're getting to where you can really throw the ball far and so very good!"

"It's coz Daddy's been teaching me all his tricks!" Morgan proclaimed.

Rhodey joined them at the window, putting an arm around his son, "We make a good team, don't we?"

"Yes, you do," Pepper said softly, "The best team."

As she watched, they returned to their game, finding so much solace in the love that had her cocooned. It was moments like these that made the living room a refuge of love, joy, and laughter that pushed away thoughts of cancer.

2
It was another afternoon, the house was all nice and quiet as Pepper sat down on the window seat again. This time, she has a small writing lap desk with her, her pen, and a nice pile of her private stationary she uses when she writes letters. The room was filled with the quiet hum of her oxygen tank. It and the fact she was so easily short of breath these days served as reminders that her cancer had spread, and her days were drawing to a close.
 

Determined to accomplish what she set out to do by coming to sit at the window, Pepper got her paper, and pen ready. Then after a moment to think about what she wanted to say, she began to write.

My Dearest James and Morgan,

As I sit here by the window, looking out on the sanctuary of our backyard, my heart is nearly bursting from the love and the joy you have both brought into my life. When I was younger, and I imagined what my life would be like, I never would have imagined the laughter that fills our home, or the shared moments we've had. The love I've shared with you both have sustained me through all the lengthy rounds of treatments I've gone through over these last months.

There is so much I need to say, and it's something my heart is urging me to put down on paper for you both. I know this journey I'm... that we're on is an uncertain one. The doctors are doing everything they possibly can, but I can't help the sense that by this time next year, I will no longer be with you. Cancer is so awful and it sucks, and it seems so unfair, and while I am fighting it with everything I am, I know I am going to lose this battle.

I am so sorry that I can't win this for either you or myself. I don't want to leave either of you behind but when I do, I find comfort in knowing you'll be there to love one another and help each other through the times to come.

James, my love, you have been my anchor through so much. You are my source of strength, and your support of me has never wavered. Your friendship and then your love made it easier for me to move on after Tony, and I am forever grateful that you were there in my life. I love you, James, and I am forever grateful for every day that we've shared together.

Morgan, my sweet sweet boy, do you know how much your laughter has been the music that has filled both my heart and our home with joy? You are remarkable, my dear son, and I know you will grow into an amazing man. I am so proud of you, baby, and I love you more than any words can express. I have so much gratitude that of all the moms on Earth, I was chosen to be your mother.

I want you to both know and understand that I am not writing these  words out of grief or despair. Instead I am writing them because I want you to have this record and expression of my love for you both. Someone once said that life is like a tapestry of moments woven together, and that is so true. Our time together as a family has been such a beautifully woven piece of love that neither time or even death can break.

Please remember that I want you to remember the love that we shared. Remember all of the moments that made us smile and laugh. Never forget the strength we found together. No matter what's coming, I want you to carry the essence our family in your hearts: Our love, our laughter, and our undying spirits.

I know there will be a long road ahead in the times to come as you face new challenges without me. But please  know that I have so much faith in your strength, the love you have for one another. Things may seem dark in the times ahead but I know that beautiful times await you too. I want you to live your lives, keep on loving each other and the new people who come into your lives, and always find joy in the tiniest of moments.

With all the love my heart can hold,

Ginny
Mom

Once she finished writing, Pepper did not read what she'd written. Instead she carefully folded the letter, and sealed it in an envelope before putting it away with all the others she'd written. Tears clouded her vision as she turned back to the window to gaze at the cherished place she'd soon be leaving behind.

She felt tired now, but it was a good kind of tired, as she knew she was leaving behind loving words that would help her husband and son find their way through the dark valley to come.

3
The evening was abuzz with excitement and laughter as Pepper and Rhodey worked to get ready their backyard for Morgan's ten birthday celebration. They'd hung colorful lanterns and lights in the trees, casting a warm glow all over the backyard. An enormous tent stood erect, ready to shelter Morgan and his friends for a night of fun and adventure. 

Morgan's eyes were bright with anticipation as he eagerly helped his Dad in the setting up of sleeping bags inside of the tent. His friends from school all talked and played while they helped with putting out the snacks and games for the night.

Pepper was smiling as she watched the scene before her, "I still can't believe our little man is already 10 years old!" she murmured to her husband, who was now busy setting up a small fire pit for the smores they were going to make later on.

Time had both been slow and had flown by when it came to their lives in the last few years. Rhodey nodded, a fond smile on his face, "He is growing up so fast. Too fast if you ask me. But even so, tonight's about celebrating him hitting the big one oh and celebrate we will! I think he and his friends are going to love camping out tonight."

When the sun started to dip below the horizon, Morgan called his friends together, "Thanks for coming to my party, everyone! We're going to have so much fun tonight! It's going to be the best night ever!"

The next several hours, the backyard was transformed into their own haven of fun. The kids' laughter bounced off the trees as they played games, talked, and just had loads of fun underneath the night sky full of bright stars. Pepper and Rhodey were with the kids, maintaining a discreet distance unless the kids invited them to join in the fun. 

As they were making smores around the fire, Morgan with his face covered in chocolate asked, "Hey, Mom, Daddy, can we tell some ghost stories by the fire?"

Pepper exchanged a glance with her husband, and nodded, "Sure, honey. Just try and make sure they're not too scary, okay?"

Morgan nodded, "Okay, Mom." Everyone could already see the wheels turning in his head, "Everybody ready?"

The other kids nodded, and everyone settled down to listen.

The fire crackled as Morgan out aside the remains of his smores to begin his tale. The other kids listened intently to the story he told them, completely enraptured by the scary but not too scary story. After Morgan finished his story, another boy started a story. The night went on with more stories, more laughing, and the decadent smell of smores being made and devoured.

As the night grew late, Morgan got into his sleeping bag in the midst of his friends doing the same. In their own tent across the way, Pepper and Rhodey watched as their son settled down to sleep in the midst of everything a childhood birthday should be: care free and innocent.

"He's having the time of his life," Rhodey whispered as he and Pepper laid down together.

Pepper snuggled into his arms, her heart so full of happiness, "That's what birthdays are all about. We've created memories that will last a lifetime tonight I think."

Yawning Rhodey said, "Yeah, we have."

4
The setting sun casts a warm glow over the Stark-Rhodes home as Rhodey caught up on some paperwork for his aviation business. Pepper was out doing some shopping with some of her girlfriends, and since Morgan was out in the backyard with his girlfriend Angie, the rest of the house was quiet. The peace, however, does not last when he can hear voices start to be raised. 

Rhodey knows he shouldn't eavesdrop on their conversation, but he can't resist easing over to the window. He sits down when some of his papers in his hand, and pretends to be working as he listened.

"... it's just not working out, Morgan," Angie's voice said, her voice tinged with unhappiness.

Morgan sighed, and he ran a hand through his hair, "I know. I get it, Ang. It's fine."

But Angie went on, "I just think we are at different places in our lives, Morgan. You know?"

"Yeah, I guess," Morgan replied with a sullen tone.

"Listen, I still want to be friends with you. I hope we can still be that much at least even if we as a couple didn't work out. Can we?" Angie asked.

Rhodey sensed the tension even from the living room. He really wished that he could give Morgan a pat on the back or even a hug right then.

"Yeah, sure. Friends sounds good," Morgan said, the tone in his voice said it sounded anything but good to him.

"I care about you, Morgan. You're a great guy, you really are. But I just think we're better off seeing other people."

Rhodey dared to peek, and he saw Angie kiss Morgan's cheek.

"I'll see you around, okay?"

Morgan nodded, and didn't say anything.

Angie exited their yard through the side gate, leaving Morgan alone.

Rhodey quickly went back to his papers, feeling a pang of empathy for his son. He debated on whether or not he should go outside to talk to Morgan. He decided on it in the end since he had been eavesdropping and invading Morgan's privacy. Morgan would tell him and his mom the news whenever he wanted them to know.

After a few minutes, Morgan shrugged and went inside. The moment he spotted his Dad, he put on a fake smile, as he tried to hide the obvious hurt feelings.

Rhodey looked at his son.

"Hey, Dad," Morgan greeted in a strained voice.

"Hey, son. How's everything going with you two? Did Angie leave? I thought she was going to stay for dinner?"

Morgan shrugged, then said, "Uh no, she's um not. Staying I mean. She left to go home I guess. She, um, broke with me, Dad."

Putting aside his work, Rhodey got up and put a hand on Morgan's shoulder, "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Are you okay? Did she say why?"

"She said it's just not working out with us and she thinks we're better off seeing other people. Whatever that means," Morgan replied, rolling his eyes.

"Well, it's her loss, Morgan. You're an amazing young man. I'm sorry she broke up with you."

Morgan managed a small, genuine smile, "Thanks, Daddy."

5
The soft music drifted through the air as Pepper and Rhodey, now advanced in their years but no less in love with each other, sat in their cozy living room of their home. The large window seat/window offered them a view into their backyard where their son Morgan, now all grown up, was slow dancing with Jiya, the woman who had captured his heart.

Pepper walked across the room, her cane clacking against the floor to go sit down on the window seat She smiled as Rhodey rolled his wheelchair over to join her at the window, and reached out to take her hand.

"He looks so very happy," Pepper said, her eyes drifting to Morgan and Jiya, watching as they swayed to the music, "And so in love."

Rhodey nodded, his gaze full of happiness and pride, "Yes, he does. I think Jiya's the one for him. He's grown into such a remarkable, determined young man. And I don't believe he could have found a sweeter, nor finer young woman for us to welcome into our family."

Pepper nodded, "He really couldn't have found anyone sweeter. He loves her so much and it's obvious that she loves him." She sighed, and laughed softly, "Remember when we used to watch Morgan play outside in that same yard? Time really does fly by too quickly."

"Yes, yes it does." he agreed, squeezing his wife's hand, "But in return, we've got a lifetime of wonderful memories."

While Morgan and Jiya shared a tender moment, Pepper continued to remember, "Do you ever think about how we got to this moment in time? Or all of the challenges we went through together?"

Rhodey smiled, his eyes glowing, "Each and every day, and I would not change a thing. Well... maybe if we could have kept Tony a little longer... and I wish you didn't have to go through cancer."

She nodded, "Yeah."

A comfortable silence fell between them as they continued to watch the dance unfold outside.

Jiya laughed when Morgan twirled her, and soon their laughter echoed in the evening. The years seemed to all melt away as the couple continued their dance under the soft glow of the string lights.

Pepper looked at her husband, her eyes sparkling, "We did a darn good job, didn't we?"

The best darn job two parents can do."

Epilogue
The atmosphere in the room felt heavy with memories as Morgan stood by the window seat, gazing out into the backyard of his parents' house. He'd had a hard time reaching the decision to the place had been a hard, bittersweet choice with all the memories of a lifetime found here.

His lifetime.

Behind him, Jiya entered the room and after seeing him standing there at the window, she went to him, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

"It's hard to believe that we... that I decided to let go of this house," Morgan said, his voice tinged with sadness.

Jiya rested her chin on his shoulder, "I know it holds so many memories and so much love for you. But with your parents gone, it is only a house in the end, Morgan. We will make a new home together, and as long as we're together, we'll be home."

He turned around, and wrapped his arms around her waist, sighing, "I know, Jiya. It's just... so many memories."

They were quiet for a moment, looking out in the backyard where Morgan had played as a child with his parents there watching him grow, and where they had spent countless moments together as a family

"I can remember all of the times Dad used to sit here and watched the sunset," Morgan said, nostalgia coloring his voice, smiling faintly.

Jiya nodded, "And your mom was never far away if she wasn't there with him. They really loved spending as much time together as they could.

Morgan's gaze shifted to the empty space where his parents used to sit together, "Yeah, it feels like an era is coming to an end."

"And a new one is beginning," Jiya supplemented, brushing his cheek, "We'll treasure all of the memories from the past, Morgan, and going forward, we'll create our own. In a new place."

He nodded, gratitude in his eyes, "You're right, Jiya. And we'll take all of the love and laughter of this place with us in our hearts."

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Morgan gazed up at the stars, his fingers interlaced with Jiya's as they laid together on a blanket in the park. It's been a long time since he's felt so peaceful and content as he does at this moment.

"It's hard to believe we finally have a free weekend together," Jiya murmured against his chest,

Morgan smiled, thinking how in their last year of residency, moments like this one where they could be alone together were truly rare treasures.

"You know, I have been thinking..." he said, running his fingers through her silky hair, "With residency ending and all, about the future and what comes next. For us."

Jiya looked up at him, "And what does Dr. Stark see in the future for us?"

He took a deep breath, "I hope... no, that's not right. I want to take the next step with you. With our relationship." Jiya's eyes shone as he continued, "We've already talked about moving in together. But I was also hoping... well..."

Jiya squeezed his hand, encouraging him.

"Well, I was hoping that... you can see yourself raising a family with me someday. You know the someday in the next future, I hope, when we can spare the time from concentrating on being doctors, and use that time for us."

Jiya smiled, and laid her head down again, "Oh, my dear Morgan... you don't know how much I've actually dreamed about us starting a family of our own."

He let out a relieved breath, and wrapped his arms tightly around her. They both looked back to the stars, knowing their future together was just as bright as the heavenly blanket above them.


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