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Epilogue II.

5 Years Later

"COME ON RILEY GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!" I know, I know what you're thinking but no, I'm not training again. In fact I'm currently trying to get on my wedding dress. Believe it or not, Rebel Riley Matthews is getting married. I'm not one to brag-okay you caught me I'm fucking lying-but I hit the jackpot with my man.

Don't worry it is Sparky, like I'd let him marry anyone else I mean what the hell do you take me for? "I'm almost ready! I mean damn I thought people were supposed to be nice to the bride!"

The door flung open and Josh trudged in. "You know I was nice to you on your engagement night. Isn't that enough? You can't expect so much out of me." He lifted my bouquet of simple roses off of the chair and passed it to me. "I still can't believe you're getting married."

"Why not? You did."

YES HE DID! I know fucking crazy because until we went to college I thought he was gay, I mean yeah all the girls at high school were jail bait but he never even mentioned one of them being hot. But he isn't gay, he did get married and she's one of those who always has her nails painted and wears dresses-Oh yeah, she's BLONDIE! Fucking Maya Hart is my aunt, I guess I should say Maya Matthews now but yeah. I should have seen it coming, he was always surprisingly nice to her.

Let's see the night I got engaged was the night she told me that she liked Josh. I told her to grow a pair of nuts and tell him, and she did. They were extremely loud that night to the point of Sparky and I leaving to get a hotel room, apparently he had liked her for a really long time but never acted on it because of the 3 year age gap. But, when you grow up it isn't that big of a deal. Mrs. Hart is still iffy about Josh but I can't say I blame her, I would be too, but Mr. Hart and Josh get along just swell. No sarcasm, they really do, they have a common hobby. Mr. Hart loves UFC.

Zay quit school about two years ago and enlisted into the Navy. All of us were pretty shocked actually, he'd never even mentioned it before until he just outright told us he had enlisted. But, he said he wanted to do something meaningful and hell we support that. We still write letters with him occasionally and he says once he gets back he's moving in with us to be with 'his Lucas'. I beg to fucking differ. He's still single and likes it that way, he figures once he hits 30 he'll settle down. We are all very much looking forward to that day.

Now, back to me. Because I'm fucking awesome, let me just clear this up, I'm not pregnant. Lucas proposed to me 2 years to the day, we did that on purpose to make it easier on us to remember the dates. I'm pretty damn thoughtful I know. And he was pretty damn creative with our engagement, I must say. You know what, let me just take you back a good ways.

I walked into my apartment intending very much on collapsing on my bed when a black piece of fabric prevented me from doing so. It was, "A dress? What the shit?" I lift it off the bed and notice a note lying underneath it.

Baby girl
Put this on and be ready by 6.
Yes, I'm sorry it's a dress but you'll look so beautiful.
I can't wait to see you.
Love you, Sparky.

"Alrighty then." I don't really think much of it because he's done this a few times before. Not often, but he has. Right now I'm just trying to figure out what occasion I'm supposed to remember. It isn't September so it isn't an anniversary. "Oh well. I have an hour so might as well get to work."

My bedroom door gets flung open and in comes blondie. "Shower now, we have to get you ready."

"Why the hell are you here again?"

"To get you ready. Now, Go! Shower! I want to talk to you about something."

Insert obnoxious eye roll. I do as she says and step into the shower and a few seconds later she bombards in on my effing shower time. Unless it's with Sparky my showers are my own, they're sacred sons of bitches. "Alright speak."