The Art Of Winning

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The way this story is going to be published is a bit weird, well not really, basically the first chapter is the epilogue and from then after is the beginning, I felt that gave me a little bit of creative ground and uniqueness to my story, in which not many stories I've read have had the epilouge first, another reason the epilouge is first is it was the first thing I wrote, I had the idea's but couldn't decide how it was going to end and so I wrote this first, and then decided to publish it first, here's hoping you like it.

I'm really nervous right now, this is the first story I've published to this site, and the first in which all the characters and the storyline is my own, my other stories are all fanfiction stories.

And I've just got to say, the only reason this story ever came into being written is because I was pressured into joining this site, so I'd love to say a big thanks to my sister/bestie Tashii, you're the best girl!

Anyway, on with the story, happy reading!

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Epilogue.

3 years later

Christopher's sister comes into the room and gives me a huge smile.

"Oh my gosh, Mia, he is going to go crazy when he see's you walking down the aisle, you're glowing!" She says, coming over and giving me a huge hug, which I return.

"Are you sure I look perfect, I don't want him to think I look silly."

"Silly? Girl, are you crazy? You look gorgeous, hey, if I swung that way, you'd be my first choice." She replied, giving me a playful wink.

There I stood, in my strapless white wedding dress, looking at myself in the mirror. The day I've been waiting for has finally arrived, and I can't wait to become his wife, just thinking about him makes my knees go week, I can't believe it's been 3 years already, and everyday of it has been perfection.

"Haha, very funny, I just want him to think he's won the lottery or something." I say back, laughing.

"Oh, I know he'll think he's won more then just the lottery, trust me, you look ah-mazing," she replied, adding, "Now, come on, lets get this show on the road, your dad is waiting outside to walk you down the aisle."

I walk out the room, feeling as nervous as I did when I first told him I loved him, remembering the look of absolute joy on his face when I said those words, well more like shouted, but you get my point.

I reach my dad and he loops his arm with mine, and we start to walk to the door where my groom is waiting for me.

Hearing the music start. the flower girl heads in first, followed by my 3 bridesmaids and then finally, me and my dad. I look up and see him, and in that moment my heart literally stops, my whole world feels complete and I know that my life is complete with him in it.

He looks towards me and smiles, possibly the biggest smile I've ever seen from him, and all my wedding nerves melt away.

Finally our vows were said and we were declared married. The kiss, as always when I get kisses from him, makes my stomach break out in a thousand butterflies.

We head to the wedding reception and we share our first dance and husband and wife.

"So, my beautiful wife, how does it feel knowing you're mine forever." He said, winking.

"About as good as you feel knowing you're mine forever, darling." I replied, giving him a sly wink back.

"Hmm, absolutely amazing then." He said, kissing me tenderly.

"Definitely." I said, once we pulled away, a minute later.

"Now all I have to do is get some children out of you and my life will be complete." He said, his forehead resting on mine as we are still swaying to the music.

"Oh, that reminds me, I've got some...News for you." I say, with a frown on my face, purposefully making it sound bad just to wind him up.

"Oh, what's that." He stops moving and pulls away from me, looking worried, and I burst into a huge smile.

"I was joking, it's nothing bad,, in fact I'm sure you'll love this." I say back, laughing.

"Oh, yeah?" He mutters.

"Well, what if I was to tell you that there might already be a child in progress?" I say, grinning, and look down and my stomach.

Then, suddenly, right there and then, he pulls me up by the waist and spins me round in his arms, words of joy coming from his lips.

Whoever said love is stupid, obviously never met someone like my husband, because loving him feels like the most logical thing in my world.

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