Miracle- Noah Sebastian (SEQUEL TO THE GREY)

epilogue

*Sutton's POV*

"Luna!" I called out, beginning to chase after her. "Please stop running in the house!" I caught her and threw her on my hip, her beautiful pink dress that almost matched my own making it hard for me to wrap her around me.

"But why?" she pouted.

"How do you think you got this scar, miss thing?" I asked quickly, pointed at the permanent dent in her forehead that now blends into her skin tone. It's truly just a part of being a child; it'll give me a heart attack, but we all have to gain scars and blemishes from being alive.

"You guys ready?" Noah asked as he descended the stairs, fidgeting with the button on the cuff of his suit.

"For sure," I concurred, fixing a stray hair that escaped his slicked back, short hairstyle that he has been sporting for a few years. He got tired of Luna pulling on his long hair pretty quickly. He smiled down to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, making Luna turn her head in embarrassment.

"So gross," she remarked, sticking her tongue out to emulate a gag.

"Yeah, well, when you're much older than 4, you'll understand how rare it is to have parents that are affectionate," I pointed out to her. I set her down to get us to the car, Noah getting her into her car seat effortlessly. Honestly, even though I was just holding her, she's getting way too heavy for me.

We pulled up to the beautiful event center in 10 minutes, Luna singing loudly along to Billie Eilish with us. Honestly, all the good girls go to hell sounds even better with a 4 year old singing it. I swear I'll get all of us to meet Billie one day.

Bryan greeted us outside the venue, scooping up Luna first. "Hey guys!"

"Hey, where's the bride?" I asked, getting to business.

"Up in the bridal suite. I'm so glad you're here," he breathed out.

"Is it bad?" I asked cautiously, him nodding immediately. I looked over at Noah stressfully and gave him a peck on the lips before I went to find the bridal suite. I knocked cautiously, Danielle swinging the door open in tears, ruining her way too expensive makeup. "Oh no, what's wrong?"

"Well, I fucking hated my makeup and now it's even more ruined. This fucking bouquet is way too much. I'm scared I'm making a mistake! What the fuck am I doing?!" She plopped down in her chair, wiping off her makeup a little too harshly, making me pry the makeup wipe out of her hand.

"Hey, let's not make your face more red. Do you have your own makeup?"

"No, it's at the house," she whined. I shot Nic a text to get him to bring it all and quickly.

"Okay, what's wrong with the bouquet?" I started, bringing it to her.

"It's way too big and there's way too much white," she whined. I took a couple of seconds while she gently wiped her makeup off to remove some of the white roses that didn't make sense and some of the baby's breath, leaving mostly the hydrangeas and peonies.

"Better?" I presented to her, her just nodding in response. "Now why are you scared you're making a mistake?"

She let out an exasperated sigh. "What if I was right to be hesitant for so long? On one hand, we've absolutely earned this because we've worked so hard to be where we are, but isn't love supposed to be easy?"

I grabbed her hand as I sat in the chair next to her. "Can you look at me and tell me that Noah and I never had to work for what we have?" She shook her head, knowing I was right. "Love is work. It's easy to want it to fall together so easily and for it to feel effortless, but being in love, and especially being married, is a lot of fucking work. And everyone is nervous on their wedding day in a way, so this is normal, but I can tell you that he loves you and that all of this will melt away when you see him."