Jenna (IN EDITING)

Epilogue

The hall was decorated beautifully. I stood facing the mirror, everything was falling into place. Everyone I loved was here, seven beautiful ladies were to stand next to me for what might be the best day in my life so far in the game. Everything was perfect.

I stared down the white dress that had a tail that laid on the floor with a beautiful floral design all over. It fit me perfectly, except for the huge bump where my stomach was, there was no hiding the fact I was pregnant. My hair was curled, but even so it fell almost to my hips. I needed a hair cut soon, but it would have to wait. The only thing not traditional about my outfit was the black and white sneakers I hid underneath, I was tall enough I didn't need any high heels. My make up was done to be actually noticed in the light of day. Everything about me today was perfect, I didn't even care you could see the white lines up and down my arms and chest. This made me, me, and I wasn't going to change it at all. I wasn't even nervous like I thought I was going to be. Everything was perfect, as I already knew it was.

I heard the door slam behind me, I turned to see seven ladies in matching bright blue dresses like the one I wore for my seventeenth birthday, tight on top and extra puffy on the bottom with a floral design, I got copied for my own wedding dress, that came to their knees. I looked down at all the girl's faces. Four younger people, two teenagers, a elementary school student and a toddler, along with Kathleen, Jean and Valerie, my school best friends.

"You look amazing, Jenna! Okay are you sure you're not pregnant, you hardly show at all!" Kathleen joked. I knew she was joking, she had pointed out not that long ago I was showing so much that I looked like I put a basketball up my shirt.

"Funny, Kat!" I sassed.

"Are we just going to stand here and wait for the groom to come into the bridal area to get married? Huh? I didn't think so," Jean blurted. "Come on girl, let's get you married before he changes you mind!"

The oldest teenager, who had long blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes, came up and hugged me tightly, my stomach was pushed into hers. "You okay sweetheart?" I wondered.

"I know I'm a pain in the butt, and scream at you, a lot. But I wanted to say congrats, and thanks for not dying on me!" She cried into my exposed shoulder. "I love you Mommy."

"Christine, please. You need to show an example for your sisters before they burst out like you," I pulled her off of me and looked her in the eye. "You're the oldest, right?"

"Yes," She glared back to the other children. "Just so hard to remember sometimes."

I glared at all my children, over the span of seventeen years I had a family. I thought I promised myself when I was pregnant with Christine that I was only having here. Now I'm in another four pregnancies and we don't want to end yet. I wanted to keep having children and children, but I was getting too old. My family was big enough after this pregnancy. Four beautiful girls, and now I was hoping for a boy. Christine, though was different. She was so much like her father, but inherited her hair color from Tanya which fit her name beautifully. Then came the thirteen year old Samantha, then my seven and half year old Emma-Lynn and the two year old toddler, Amber. I would 't trade it in for the world, they were too amazing and so talented.

"It's okay, nothing bad will happen today. You look beautiful, and don't be emotional. That's my job," I told her, pushing her back to her brown-haired siblings. She was the odd one with her hair of gold.

"I love you mom," Christine said before walking back and taking Amber out of Samantha's hands.

"I'd hate to me a moment crusher but your father is waiting to take you down the aisle. Hurry up," Jean escorted me out of the room where I overheard Christine attempt to explain the point of a wedding to Emma-Lynn.