By the time I get this in here, should have about oh.....20 minutes to spare! 
Thanks everyone, for your support! It's been quite the ride!And to the cherubs.......my humble thanks. 
You're the greatest! 
Valentine’s morning“Care for another piece?” Pammie passed the pan of Death by Chocolate down the row of cherubs to Gabby.
“Oh, man. That was absolutely the best,” the nearly recovered cupid sighed, declining a third piece and patting her full belly.
“Lovebirds at two o’clock.” At Trecey’s announcement, the quintet turned and watched the arrival of the humans that had become almost like family.
“She’s positively glowing,” Marene whispered, pushing her new glasses back into place on her pert little nose. “And look!” she gasped, pointing to Sue’s left hand and the single diamond solitaire that adorned it.
“Ohhhhh!” The blonde analyst’s hair fairly ruffled from the whoosh of angelic air that their collective sigh glanced across her. It went unnoticed. Her attention was on the man that had stolen her heart. One wink from him and she smiled happily, ready to start her day.
“A Valentine’s Day engagement announcement,” sighed Pammie. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Grace giggled, watching the entrance of Bobby and Tara. “Looks like love is in bloom!”
“Speaking of bloom...” Trecey nudged Grace and pointed to the tall blonde agent striding purposefully down the hall. “Get a gander at this.”
Myles placed a lead-crystal bud vase with an exquisite deep purple rose, just on the verge of blooming, at the center of Lucy’s desk. With a smug grin of satisfaction, he casually walked back to the coffee machine to pour himself a morning cup of brew.
“Well, well, well!”
At the sound of the crisp tone, five surprised seraphim snapped to attention. “Charlene!” Pammie gulped, chucking the chocolate dessert into the potted plant. “Welcome! We didn’t....”
“Expect you,” Gabby interjected, smiling sweetly through chocolate-laced lips.
Charlene eyed the lineup before her, certain there was no possible way the bedraggled, amateurish band that had been out of her sight for close to a week, had been able to accomplish the task she had set before them. One look around the Bullpen, though, had her rethinking her supposition. “Well, well, well,” she repeated. It was the closest she could come to giving praise.
“Yeah. Like, you said that, already,” Trecey murmured under her breath.
Gabby stood, dusted off her bum, and rearranged her brand new sash. “And we’d like to say that our mission has been successfully accomplished.” She gestured toward the fog-free couple, now surrounded by friends who each wanted a better look at Sue’s engagement ring.
“Not bad,” Charlene conceded, acknowledging the True Love that now surrounded Jack and Sue. “It appears that you managed to pull it off.”
“Pfftt,” Tracey snorted. “Look harder.”
Charlene raised her eyebrows in surprise at the tall cherub’s arrogance, but took the time to scan the room. There was the expected budding romance of Tara and Bobby, albeit much further along than what she had expected. She smiled fondly at D, confident that his marriage was as strong as ever. Almost turning to question the contrary cupid, Charlene’s eyes drifted over to the desk of Lucy Dotson. The rotor sat perfectly still, fighting back tears in her eyes as she read the card accompanying the single rose at the center of her desk.
I call it Lucinda. It has taken over three years to finally get it exactly right, but right it now is. There is no other like it in all of the world. It is one of a kind. Unique. Beautiful. Fashioned after you. Created for you.
With all my love,
Myles.Myles took another sip of his coffee, raising his cup in a salute as Lucy turned and met his gaze.
“Well, well, well,” whispered Charlene, the use of any other words beyond the scope of her imagination. “You
have been busy.” She forced a smile and nodded her head. “I underestimated you five. Congratulations. How did you do it?” Before anyone could answer, she changed her mind. “On second thought...I don’t want to know.” The senior seraph straightened her sash and fluffed out her perfectly shaped wings. “Take a week. Then report to me for your next assignment.” Without another word, she left as quickly and quietly as she had arrived.
“Whoo-hoo” Grace whooped, her aerial cartwheel nearly capsizing the rest of the band.
Pammie pulled the pan of chocolate dessert from the potted plant and dished out five new pieces. “This calls for a celestial celebration!”
“Forget the celestial stuff. Just pass me some cake!” Marene quipped, beating Gabby to the next piece.
“So, wha’d ya wanna do fo da nex wee?” mumbled Grace, mouth once again full of chocolate sweetness.
“Besides trying out every Death by Chocolate recipe we can find?” questioned Pammie, scraping the last morsel from the bottom of the pan.
“I know!” Gabby pulled herself up with the help of the plant, her wings not quite healed enough for fluttering. “What if we read another romance?” She rummaged around and produced a thin paperback. “It’s called
You Better Be Good to Me. It’s another Kav story. Listen to this...
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Do you want coffee or tea with your dessert?’ she asked as she rose to her feet ...
‘Now that entirely depends,’ he said thoughtfully, a wicked glint in his eye, ‘on the type of dessert being offered....Is it the type of dessert that’s better savored on a clean palate, so each delicious nuance can be embraced? Something velvety soft that would melt in my mouth?’ he wondered out loud, his voice turning hypnotic ...’Say – like a cheesecake? Or is it the type that requires a little extra stimulation to keep it exciting?’ He drew closer in order to help her load the dishwasher. A jolt traveled through her when their fingers brushed. She let out a ragged breath and kept her head down, afraid of what her eyes would reveal. ‘Like coffee and oatmeal cookies,’ he continued. ‘Or maybe it’s the type of dessert that is complimented best by it’s exact opposite?… like chocolate cake and milk?’ His white skin contrasted starkly with her darker tone as their hands touched when he passed her a glass.”
“Who could pass on a story like that? Chocolate cake and milk!” Marene sighed dreamily, her wings already softening.
“I’m in,” agreed Grace, finding a comfortable out of the way spot to recline.
“Me, too. Never know what a story like that might inspire!” Pammie put away her bowl and spoon and pulled out a plump pillow to park her posterior upon.
Trecey leaned against her trusty 2X4 and grinned. “I was going to say, ‘I hate for it to end but then, all good things must...’, but now it looks like that wouldn’t at all be true.” She took a seat, leaned back, and closed her eyes. “Okay, Gabby. It’s a go.”
The cherub that had started so dismally, yet worked her way into everyone’s heart sighed and turned back to the beginning of the book. “Okay...But I’m warning you,” she teased, with a twinkle in her eye, “like the book says...you better be good to me!”
FIN
And to think......it all started with a Quiver of Love.
This is too much fun.
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MAGNIFICA! 
for sharing.
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I'm down for the count and totally lost it! The dogs are even looking worried. Your way with words is just sublime.
