The Death Note

Epilogue // Heather, Liliana

Heather's POV

I wipe a joyful tear ear from my eye as I watch my daughter walk down the isle. It's such a beautiful setting for a wedding- she planned it well with her soon-to-be husband. We're in a grassy clearing in a wood, and the place is full of bright plants. The seats are wooden, placed in rows, with an isle down the middle. It's also sunny, being August, with a clear blue sky, and heat raining down on us.
Lily reaches the end of the isle, and my husband, her father- George -lets go of her hand, releasing her to get married.
The registerar steps forward, and they do all the vows.
"I do," Charlie agrees, smiling at Lily.
"I do," Lily says, smiling back.
They kiss, and I feel so proud I might burst. It's been 10 years since Lily met Charlie, and she's come really far since then. She got over her depression, which was mainly because she talked to me and George about the bullies, and we moved her to a better school. It was a bit further away, but only by about 10 minutes and the pupils there got better grades and seemed nicer, so she went there. She left school with A's, B's and A*'s in everything, except French with a D, but we don't talk about that. After school she moved out with Charlie, they went to the same university, Lily studying Biology and Charlie studying Chemistry, which they both did well at and graduated. Now they both have jobs, a baby boy who turns 1 year old in about a month, and are getting married. They've come so far, and I'm proud. I think everyone is.

Everyone stands up and starts milling around, the actual marriage is over. Now we've just got the party to go! It's being held in the same place as wedding, so we don't have to go anywhere, only stand to the side and wait for the helpers to rearrange all the chairs and add some tables.
George, Els, Oliver and I make our way through the crowds over to the newly weds, Oliver carrying Hugo, all with happy tears in our eyes.
"How does it feel being married?" Oliver asks, smiling at the pair and handing their son to Charlie.
"Fantastic," Charlie replies, smiling back, and kissing his sons head.
"I saw you crying," Lily nods in my direction.
"Yeah, my little baby is all grown up!" I joke, knowing she doesn't like it when I say that.
"Muuuum," she moans, but still grins.
"Hey, you'll be saying that in a few years about your own son," I add, grinning.
"I suppose," she agrees.
"I saw you crying too," Charlie says, looking at his dad.
"Pssht, I wasn't crying," Oliver laughs.
"You were," Els nudges him.
"Was not," he nudges her back.
"You were Oli," George laughs, "I saw you!"
"Your dress really is nice," I say to Lily. It is beautiful, it's white and falls down to the floor with a small train, but not too long, only really long enough to trail on the floor. It's mainly plain, but has sequins sewn in, and flowery pattern towards the bottom.
"Mum, you helped me buy it," she replies, rolling her eyes.
"I know, but that doesn't stop it being pretty," I argue.
"You look gorgeous," Els adds, smiling at her new daughter in law.
"Thanks," Lily smiles back.
"I agree," Charlie says, kissing Lily on the cheek.
They're so perfect together. They lived in separate countries for half the time they've known each other, until Charlie moved over to England when he was 21, 5 years ago. He's almost completely lost his American accent now, which Lily says is a shame, and I think his parents think it separates him from them, but I'm just glad he did move, as otherwise he and Lily most likely wouldn't be getting married, and wouldn't have a son.

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Liliana's POV

We arrive home at midnight, after an amazing, although tiring, day. We had a massive Chinese buffet after the actual wedding and photos, and then there was a but more milling around and chatting to everyone, before all the guests left and Charlie and I helped clear up. You wouldn't believe the mess people can make!
We're both quite tired, Charlie and I, and Hugo is asleep, snoring in my arms. I look down at him, and feel an urge to squeeze him in a hug, though I resist. I might suffocate him.
Hugo has inherited my bright red hair, which is still short and fluffy, and looks slightly like his head is on fire sometimes. He has Charlie's beautiful crystal blue eyes, which are huge on him, and make him look so cute, especially when he does his sad puppy face to try and make me give him something or other.
I have to say, I do admire my parents a lot more now, after experiencing having a child myself!
"I'll put him to bed, you get to sleep!" I call to Charlie.
"No, I'll do it," my new husband argues, coming into Hugo's room to take our son off me.
"Charlie..." I say, not wanting to make him do it.
"Come on, you put him to bed the whole of last week," Charlie tells me.
"Fine," I sigh, handing him the snoring baby.
"Night Hugo," I say, quietly, kissing my son on his forehead,"Love you!"
"Go and get some sleep," Charlie says, kissing me as he walks towards the cot, cradling Hugo in his arms.
"Night," I say, and walk out the room. I look behind me as I turn the corner towards our room, and see Charlie with Hugo laying on the floor, changing his nappy and looking lovingly at his face. Oh, how I love them. Both of them.

As I lie in bed waiting for sleep to come, I think back to those first few days when I met Charlie. He's pretty much the reason I'm still here today. When the bullying at school carried on and went a bit over the top, when I was about to try and kill myself again, he was the one who supported me, and told me to open up to my parents. And although I didn't want to...that did help. God, I was such a mess back then.
I'm now a pretty successful adult. Wow. I still don't feel like a fully grown 26 year old, a mother and a wife.
The door opens, and I open my eyes to peer through the darkness at the silhouette of Charlie. He quickly gets changed, and then crawls into bed beside me. He has a slight aroma of that sour milk baby smell.
"Night Charlie," I whisper.
"Night night," he whispers back, rolling over to face me. I do the same, rearranging the covers slightly to fit better around me.
"I love you."
"I love you too."