𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

Five months later

Aria and Emilia grin at me as the make up artist finishes off my makeup.

I'm getting married. Again.

Christian and I was supposed to get married a month ago but we were so busy throughout that month and with Maya crawling earlier than we thought we had to baby's proof the mansion.

Emilia teases Maya causing her to giggle loudly.

Aria places a kiss on my forehead. "I love you."

"I love you more."

Emilia grabs my wedding dress and places Maya on the floor to play with her toys. "This dress is stunning."

I hum in response as the girls help me into my dress. I couldn't help but take my mind back to when Christian and I had first gotten married.

Things were very different then. I was so unhappy and frustrated and forced a smile on face throughout the day. But now, I couldn't stop smiling.

Aria hands me a glass of wine. "Just a little drink to calm you before the wedding."

I thank her and take a small sip as Emilia ties the back of my dress.

"You look beautiful, Tate." Aria places my veil on my head and covers my face while Emilia ties my heels.

I'm down to only two friends and two brides maids. I'm glad though. My old friends were too jealous of who I was marrying to care about me. They'd talk about me all the time and it was never nice things.

When I caught them, I didn't reply with anything nasty. I just cut them out of my life. I only needed my two best friends and that is more than enough.

"Guau. Te ves hermosa." My mother walks over to me with a big smile.

"Mom. What are you doing here? The weddings about to begin."

My mom playfully rolls her eyes. "Calm down. I came here to get my granddaughter." She picks up Maya from the floor and smiles. "She's getting so big."

I nod in agreement. I quickly hug my mother and kiss Maya as the walk out of the room leaving the girls and myself.

Emilia opens the door and pauses. "Your fathers on his way up."

"Okay."

Aria and Emilia leave the room and father walks towards me and smiles. "You look amazing."

"Thank you."

My father grabs onto my hand. "You ready to get married? For real?"

I nod. "I'm ready."

"I'm sorry. I forced you into marriage before. But I'm happy you fell in-love as an outcome. You mean everything to me, Tate. Don't forget that."

"I won't."

My father slowly walks me down the isle and everyone's eyes turn to look at me. I stare ahead and watch as Christian's eyes water. Antonio nudges him but he doesn't stop looking at me right until I'm walked to the altar.

The priest told us to repeat what he said to our partner. We did.
He asked us to say our vows. Vows that meant everything. We did.

Christian looks me in the eyes and starts reading.

I didn't  fall in-love with you.
I walked into love with you. My eyes wide open and choosing to take every step with you.
I would choose you again and again millions of times over whether you wanted me to or not.
I choose to struggle with you. To heal with you. To cry with you. To fight with you. To make up with you. To live and to grow old with you,
I promise to be with you to the very end. To be your only lover and your friend. To try my best to fulfil your every need. To support all your goals. I promise to never let you be alone.
For My love for you is endless, Tate Carmen Fontana.

I hold back my tears and look down at my paper and read out mine.

I wish I could explain how amazing you are. How I can look into your eyes and never get tired. You are the only person I wouldn't mind loosing sleep for. And you are the only person who won't get tired of my non-stop talking. I never realised how much you felt like home to me until i fell asleep in your arms,

I promise you will never have to hide yourself from me. I promise to love you without condition. To guide you when you ask for help.
To be your best friend and to be your biggest fan. And to promise you'll never be alone for my love for you is limitless, Christian Dario Fontana.

He told us to slide our wedding rings on each others fingers. We did.
He told Christian to remove my veil and kiss me. He did.
We did what we were asked. But this time. It's because we wanted to.

Christian presses his full lips onto mine and I kiss him back softly. We pull apart when we hear the family's cheers and applause.

I hold up my left hand showing off my beautiful ring finger complete with nothing but two rings and love.

Christian wipes away my tears of joy as we make our way to the garden where everyone is grabbing their drinks.

"Do you remember when we first met?" I ask.

Christian narrows his eyes. "Yes, love. You ran away and hid in the restroom when I called you pretty."

I laugh at the faint memory. I make sure to ask Christian about when we first met so he doesn't forget to tell our children our story. A story that no longer gives me pain. But gives me hope.

Christian and I make it to the reception and have our first dance on the dance floor, our families taking pictures and videos.

This chapter may be ending, but it doesn't mean it should be forgotten. From this story I've learned not all good stories have an awesome start. That you can't trust everyone, that healing takes time. And that love is forever.

"You're my person, Tate." Christian whispers softly into my ear.

"You're mine too."

I smile up at him knowing that this story isn't the end. This is only the very beginning...

The end.

A/n - Don't forget! There's an epilogue :)