Epilogue: The End of the Beginning

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Four Years Later

~Bailey's POV~:
I finished my four dreadful and stressful years of college, and graduated once again, but from college this time. Ashton and I made it through those four years, only breaking up once when things between us tensed as we started college. We got back together after only a few months of separation and fought through everything so far with a simple promise, that we'd always be beside one another.

Over these few years a lot has happened; Ashton's leg healed almost completely after months of therapy so he was asked to rejoin his friends in 5 Seconds of Summer. I told Ashton it might be best to put his band past behind him but he wouldn't agree with me, I thought that maybe it wouldn't be right for him to return to the band especially since it was so easy for them to get rid of him in the first place.

I guess it wasn't all that bad, especially since the band just went on a hiatus after Ashton left, until they heard he had recovered enough to continue playing. They never got a replacement drummer, I don't think they ever wanted to replace him, they just didn't know how to treat the accident that did happen to Ashton so long ago. The good thing now is that they have been going steady as a band for nearly three years since the hiatus, and they've gotten so much better musically and lyrically over those years.

Ashton and I got married during my college years almost one year ago. It was beautiful and it felt right, like it was supposed to happen. I remember laughing at the sight of Luke, Michael, and Calum in suits as I walked down the aisle since they aren't the type to dress up so nicely, but they were groomsmen with my brother Evan. I also remember Ava being my maid of honor, and Maddie, Rachel, and a college friend Lisa, were my other bridesmaids. I also remember seeing little Isabelle as the flower girl as she stumbled down the aisle, throwing little red rose petals around aimlessly.

But the best part of the whole thing was holding Ashton's hands in mine as we exchanged vows that I knew we would never break. There were tears in Ashton's eyes, and mine, as we both spoke our promises to one another before we shared a long kiss to mark the beginning of our marriage.

I also remember the reception and how drunk Michael and Calum got, making everyone laugh as they slurred the words to their song Beside You on stage in front of everyone. Luke would've been drunk too but Ava kept him in line, they never split up either which amazed me since they fought a lot during these last few years, but they also got married, right before Ashton and I.

My mom and dad were as happy as ever that day. My dad and I walked the aisle together, and we danced in a father-daughter dance during the reception, he cried during both events. I knew he was proud of me, and happy for me, and it makes me happy to know how much he loves me like his own daughter despite me being adopted. I rarely think about how I'm adopted, because I never knew my biological family, well I know Evan but I'm referring to my biological parents. There's no point in wondering what could have been when I am already satisfied with what is and was has happened in my life.

That wedding night was amazing, and yes I'm referring to the after-marriage sex. There was one goal of that night, to become pregnant. Ashton and I had been talking about having kids together for a while at that point and planned to try that night, and I can happily say we succeded as I am nine months pregnant. And the baby is coming, now.

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"Push Bailey, push." The nurses and doctors kept saying it over and over again as I tried my best to get our little boy or girl out of me. I knew what I had to do, and trust me, I'm pushing.

I kept making pained noises as I pushed to get our baby out, but it hurt like hell. I asked for some epidural but the doctors said the baby was coming too quickly to use it and that I'd just have to fight through this. Ashton was squeezing my hand tightly the whole time and I was crushing his hand back, probably hurting him.

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