Epilogue (2)

Pacing up and down your hallway your mind races, “Come on Anderson, you promised you would text her before lunch.”

As you walk by you notice your wedding picture with Jane is crooked. Stopping, you realigned it. Looking next to it you see your second wedding picture, with your new wife in that devastating black and white laced wedding dress she wore. You did offered to take down your old pictures, but your new bride insisted that they all stay up, saying they remind her of that first night you met.

“I can believe that was a year ago.” You say then smile thinking what came two months later, when the former cat burglar became Mrs. Selina Anderson. Most of your friends were shocked by the short engagement, but it has been the best decision of your life. The binding of the impulsive, vivacious and cocksure Ms. Kyle has strangely harmonized with your consistent, levelheaded and methodical personality, making for a stronger whole.

Of course there has been challenges, especially with a wife who gets bored easily: You did have to put your foot down about the wingsuit flying, Australian abseiling, and Selina's constant desire to adopt every stray cat she comes across. But there have been enjoyable compromises too: You now own a motorcycle and have taking up dancing. Mercifully, Selina usually spares you the club scene, but shockingly you have become somewhat adept at ballroom, and even swing.

Selina still works part time as an insurance appraiser and with you frequently volunteers at the Southside YMCA and shelter, wear she leads the women fitness and self defense classes. As for the rumors of a late night all female teen parkour **** obstacle running gang operating around the YMCA, you choose to simple ignore those stories.

To your surprise, Selina even has tried playing Warcraft. Of course she created a sexy blood elf rogue, though it amuses you to no end that she is terrible at it.

Her old rogue-like habits do occasionally reemerge, although always out of bored mischief instead of malice or greed. The only stolen item she insists on keeping is a pair of common eye glasses she purloined from some Daily Planet reporter when she was out with the girls from the YMCA. Anytime you bring up the subject she breaks into laughter and then says she has been sworn to secrecy. All other items, however, you require her to return or make full restitution for, that is after you have marched her up to the bedroom and thoroughly punish her for her transgressions, which is all done for the public good, of course. As for the sex, the woman is insatiable. Being married to an Olympic level athlete, with a centerfold body, that can fantasize on a dime, does have its perks, though you have already broken two bed frames.

Looking at your watch stops your reminiscing as you realize you're almost late. Selina is pregnant with your first child, a little girl. You have not been able to come up with a compromise name and you promised your wife you would send her a new suggestion by noon. Looking at some of your pictures of the ruins in Greece a thought comes to mind.

“How about Helena?” You text, “Love, David.”