Jan's Journal (Epilogue)
SURPRISE!!!! I'm back! And I bring you an awesome epilogue! Bet you didn't think you'd be seeing me again so soon! So basically it takes place after Michael and Jan just got married. As most of you all probably knew...I wanted to have them get married but didn't actually want to write the wedding, so I sorta just ended the series....with great reviews, by the way! Thanks guys! Welll....what I have here is something that my fantastical friend, Erin wrote.. She told me that I could kinda 'decorate' it if i wanted to. You know? Make changes and whatnot? Well...it didn't need anything at all! It was great! Start to finish! She demanded me to post it under my name...and I did, because...well I do just about anythng she tells me to! Lol. So yeah, she was the one to write the whole thing! Its amazing, so...be prepared to 'oooh' and 'awwww', its THAT good~
“Michael, no, don’t….don’t! You’ll drop me!”
“I will not, will you relax? Please? Come here….stop being so…wiggly. Okay, that’s it.” She yelps as he grabs her waist and legs swiftly up
into his arms and shifts her slightly before moving them towards the elevators. The short trail of her silky, white wedding gown hangs down near his knees, brushing his crisp tuxedo pants in the soft breeze brought inside the lobby by the Jamaican waters that lay just outside. He looks away from her sheepish, slightly annoyed expression after glimpsing a couple entering one of the silver sets of doors.
“Hey! Hold on! Could ya hold the door, please?” A man’s hand reaches out from inside, quickly, catching the doors just in time.
“Michael! You can’t carry me and run at the same time. Just put me down!” He doesn’t respond to her pleas as he huffs and puffs, gripping
onto her more tightly as his walk turns into a sprint for the finish line.
“Oh, wow. Thank you so much.” He tells the man now, catching his breath inside the spacious, colorful elevator quarters. She looks up from her bouquet of flowers, reluctantly, feeling she should probably give the man a smile for being so courteous to them. She feels herself blush when she greets their curious, amused expressions at the overly romantic site before
them.
“We just got married.” She explains, wondering why she even bothered with such an obvious get up.
“Yeah, uh….we kind of figured that was the case. With your whole uh….ensemble you got goin on there.” The man snorts at his own sarcastic response, jiggling some change around with the hand he had jammed inside his Bermuda short’s pocket.
“Tom…..”
“What? Like it wasn’t obvious, Barbara!”
“Sometimes you can be so rude, you know that? Don’t mind him. He’sjust being his usual charming self. I….I love your dress. And the
flowers. You look beautiful….both of you. You both have this….this glow radiating from you.. It’s….it’s just lovely, really. Congratulations.”
“Oh, thank you.” She says, nodding down at the petite, gushing woman at the man’s side.. She feels Michael’s eyes on her now, and she looks back at him expectantly. He only stares back at her with his adoring green eyes. It seems like forever when he finally looks over at the couple again, his grin reaching out to the widest it’s ever, ever been.
“This is my wife….she….she’s my wife.” A soft laugh of joy and bewilderment bubbles up from inside of his throat, and he looks back at her
with tears in his eyes.
“Yeah….we know that. I think it was pretty obvious when she mentioned the whole y’know…wedding ceremony.” Tom snorts again, snapping the gum in his mouth obnoxiously. Jan doesn’t care, though. Doesn’t even turn to give him her trademark, icy glare. She just stares at the wonderful man that was holding on to her body, biting her bottom lip at the intense wave of affection that had washed over her from hearing him call her his wife for the first time since….well, since ever. The elevator dings their floor’s arrival, startling them out of their matching, tearful trance.
“Well…this is us. See ya around the resort, maybe.”
“Sure, sure. We should meet for a drink or something. We’re in room 312, if you want to come on up.”
“I’m sure they’ll be busy, Barb.”
“Oh….ha. That’s….you’re probably right. Well, just in case….312….um….hello? Did you get that?” Her voice carries on unheard by the newlyweds, who’ve since exited the elevator and are in the midst of a deep, passionate kiss, making their way blindly down the hall to
their room.
“Thank you.” He whispers, as they lay facing each other under the sheets, their wedding attire a hasty afterthought surrounding the comfort
of their marital bliss. He holds her body close to his, caressing the smooth, bare skin of her back and shoulders, so warm and lovely to his
touch.
“For what?” She asks, her voice matching his soft, lazy whisper.
“I…..I don’t know. For today. For yesterday. For….for tomorrow. For everything. I just….I can’t believe how lucky I am. To have you. At all, I mean. And you…..you’re my wife! You’re actually my wife….Jan effin Levinson actually married me. Wow!” He laughs, almost hysterically,
at his astonishment.
“Michael….I’M the one that’s lucky. I don’t deserve YOU.” He stops laughing abruptly, cupping her jaw in his palms and staring into her
eyes with what can only be described as a lover’s intensity.
“Don’t ever say that, Jan. Don’t even think it. You deserve all this and more. Don’t you get that? You’re…..you’re amazing, honey. You’re the most amazing, and….most deserving person I’ve ever known."
“If you say so.”
“I’m not just saying so, Jan. I know so. And I don’t care how long it takes me to show you….to get you to see what I see.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?” He smiles, softly, capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss.
“The loveliest, dearest…..warmest thing I’ve ever been lucky enough to hold near my heart. That’s what.” She feels the tears well up in her
eyes, and she moves forward for another taste of his lips.
“I love you, Mr. Scott.” She says, pulling away from his lips just enough.
“I love you too. Mrs. Scott. I mean….Levinson-Scott.”
“No…no hyphen this time. No more Levinson. I’m a Scott now. Mrs. Michael Gary Scott. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You. You’re all I ever wanted, Michael.”
“Yeah? Really? Took you long enough to tell me. Could’ve saved us both years of trouble if ya just told me when we met.”
“I was married when we met. You know that. And, what I meant was that….you’re everything I wanted, Michael. Even before I knew what that
was. It’s….oh, forget it. I thought I was making this grand, romantic confession.”
“……You’re the grand confession, Jan. Just you. You don’t have to say anything. You just have to be with me. And…and so I love you, too,
Mrs. Scott no Levinson. I ADORE you, actually.”
“……Thank you, Michael. For today, for yesterday, for tomorrow….for everything. Always.”
“…..Always?”
“Yeah…..always.”