Here’s the epilogue. Nice and short and sweet. Ridiculously fluffy. Enjoy.^^
Link to chapter 2 is below.
*two months later*
Clint pushed open the front door. “Tony?” The lights were on in the kitchen, and music was playing. There was the spicy smell of delicious Italian food. Clint smiled. Tony was cooking. He headed down the hall towards the smell, the sound of music growing louder. “…..Tony?”
Tony was at the stove, stirring something in a skillet, but he turned at the sound of Clint’s voice, smiling. “Hey.”
Tony lowered the heat of the stove so that the food wouldn’t burn. “Chicken piccata.”
“Oh?” Clint tugged off his jacket, tossing it onto the back of a chair. “Don’t know what it is, but it sounds good.”
Tony laughed. “Well, I hope you like it. It’s extremely Italian.”
“Oh?” Clint was grinning now. “Didn’t know there were different levels of Italian.”
“There totally are. And this is one of the higher ones. Got capers in it.”
Clint arched a brow, echoing “capers?”
“Yea. Capers. They’re like, little….” Tony cut off. It seemed he had finally gotten a good look at Clint, staring at his hands. “……what’s that?”
Smiling, Clint held the object up. “I bought a vahs.”
Tony stared at the vase of tulips for a moment, then looked at Clint and burst out laughing. “God…..you……..I love you so damn much.”
Grinning, Clint stepped in to kiss Tony. “Good. I love you too.” There was a tiny meow, and Clint felt a nudging against his leg. He glanced down. “Hey there, Muffins.”
Tony set the vase on the counter and moved to the stereo. He fiddled with it for a moment, and the song ‘Our House’ began playing. He held a hand out to Clint. “Dance with me?”
“Damn straight I’m serious.”
Clint shook his head, smiling. “You’re ridiculous.” But he stepped forward into Tony’s arms. Tony slipped an arm around Clint’s waist, taking Clint’s hand in his, and humming along with the song, he began waltzing Clint around the kitchen floor.
Clint shook his head again. “You are so weird.” He pressed closer to Tony, nuzzling his throat.
“You know it.” There came a sudden crash from the kitchen behind them. “…..what was that?”
Clint glanced over Tony’s shoulder for the source of the noise. “……Muffins knocked over the vahs.”