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Bliss, that was all this was, other than perhaps a reward. He had survived Michael (or Michael had survived him), and now, he got to spend the rest of his days in a Disney fairytale just like those he'd bashed in his youth.
With Stan, his stalwart lover of nearly a year, pressed against his back, humming the song stuck in his head, the world was at peace. Reagan's soft voice intoned the words on the other side of Pete, his arms wrapped around her middle as he listened and pet her stomach absently. Adding her was an absolute godsend.
