A collection of fanfiction short stories. all based in alternate universe

Please don't go: part 4

Brendon and I were dating again. It was so much better than before. He was so attentive. Sarah brought the best out in Brendon. She was such a daddy's girl. He was wrapped around her finger.
We would have days out as a family. We took Sarah to the park and the beach as well as Disneyland. I was still working at the diner. I wanted my own independent money.
One sunny afternoon, we were at the beach again. This was Sarah's favourite place to go. She loved making sandcastles with Brendon. I took the opportunity to relax and sunbathe.
I felt a tap on my shoulder from a small hand. I opened my eyes, and Sarah was stood there holding a ring box, opened to reveal a solitary diamond. Brendon was on one knee. He didn't even have to ask the question. I was nodding.
"Yes!" I said and took the ring and slid it onto my finger. Brendon gave me a kiss and then cuddled Sarah.
I didn't want a lavish wedding. Just something small and intimate with our closest friends and family. Sarah would be a flower girl.
I finally decided to resign from the diner. I already had another job lined up that was feasible to do from home. Talking of home, we moved into a brand new house. Brendon had a hand in the design, and it was beautiful. It had 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. There is plenty of space for more children. Brendon had a building built in the yard to be his studio. There was an office off the hallway for me to work.
Once we were all living together as a family, we planned the wedding. We were having it not far from our new home. It was near the beach. We invited family and some close friends. I had my best friend Gina and Sarah as my maid of honour and flower girl.
Sarah looked adorable in her little yellow dress and frilly underskirt. I was in a cream dress that fell to the floor. There was a small train. I had yellow roses for my bouquet. No veil but a tiara.
As I stood waiting to walk down the aisle, on the arm of my father, everyone stood up. Brendon had hold of Sarah. He was pointing towards me.
"Look how beautiful Mommy looks." He said to her. Sarah blew me a kiss, and I blew her one back.
We walked down the aisle to This Love by Taylor Swift. Brendons mom took Sarah from Brendon so that we could hold hands and get married. We both said our vows. I just kept staring into Brendons eyes. I slipped his wedding band on, and I started to cry.
"Don't cry, baby." Brendon said and kissed me. I was now Mrs Urie. We walked back down the aisle as Mr and Mrs Urie. We got into the wedding car to get to the reception.
"I love you." I said to Brendon and kissed him.

Sarah turned 2, and life was good. Brendon was working on the new album and writing songs for it. I was playing with Sarah one day when I felt dizzy. We were playing with bubbles. So nothing exerting. I just put it as a one-off. Only it kept happening. So I decided to go to the Dr's because I was getting worried. Brendon took Sarah out, and I had some blood taken along with a general checkup. The Dr said I was healthy. I did exercise as well as running around after a 2 year old. We played pirates a lot.
A few days later, the Dr's office called me with the results of my blood.
"You're sure?" I asked.
"Yes. You will need to come in to discuss the results, but yes."
"Ok. Thank you. " I said, hanging up. Sarah was napping, and Brendon was out running some errands.
Brendon arrived home as me and Sarah watched Bluey.
"There's my girls." He smiled.
"Daddy." Sarah said, jumping off the couch and hugging him.
"You ok, babe?" He asked me. I nodded and smiled.
A couple of days later, I left the Dr's office. Sarah had to come with me this time because Brendon had to go into the city to speak with the label.
Sarah and I got some lunch and headed home. Brendon texted to say he was coming home. I had dressed Sarah in a t-shirt and pants today. Brendon came home and Sarah went up to him. She tapped his leg and he looked down at her. He crouched sp he was at eye level with her. He took in her appearance.
"You look cute tod-" Brendon stopped mid sentence as he read Sarah's t-shirt.
"Is this for real?" Brendon asked me. I nodded. Sarah's t-shirt read
'I am going to be a big sister.'
Brendon came over to me and kissed me.
"Another baby." And Brendon placed his hand on my stomach. Sarah toddled over and hugged my legs. I picked her up and hugged her.

Jessica Caitlin Urie was born weighing 7lbs 10oz. She had a mop of dark hair just like Brendon. She had my blue eyes, though, and my nose. Labour was really quick this time. 2 hours from my waters breaking to Jessica making her appearance. So she was born at home in mine and Brendons ensuite. I refused the hospital because we were both good. Jessica latched onto the breast immediately. Sarah was nearly 3 now and in absolute awe of her baby sister. Brendon was besotted with her. He took her on a tour of his studio. I am not sure how much he thought Jessica could take in as a newborn, though. Sarah was such a good big sister. She helped with diaper changes and getting onesies and stuff for Jessica. Sarah would also talk to Jessica about everything. We went to the beach when Jessica was 3 months old and Sarah gave Jessica a bucket of sand so she could feel the texture. Brendon looked on astonished at how his eldest daughter was interacting with his youngest.
As both girls grew they were really close and had an incredible bond. When Jessica was nearly 2 I felt that familiar feeling again and had it confirmed that I was indeed pregnant with our 3rd child. Brendon was overjoyed once again.
Our 3rd daughter Taylor Olivia Urie was born with black hair and brown eyes. She had her fathers plump lips.
So after Taylor was born our family was complete. So we thought anyway when Taylor was 18 months. I was pregnant again. Brendon yet again was overjoyed.
Our son George Boyd Urie was born. He looked like me. After he was born, Brendon went to get a vasectomy, to make sure there were no more after our son.
Sarah's 7 Jessica's 5 and Taylors 2. And of course we have a newborn son.
That's the end of the story now. There's nothing else to say. Our home is full of children and love.

THE END