Apocalypse Within The System [OM&M, AA, BMTH, PTV]

Epilogue

OMF THE STORY IS OVER that's sad my Alan feels were having such a nice time.

FUCKING SHIT I WATCHED A WHOLE SEASON OF SUPERNATURAL YESTERDAY AND THE VOICE INSIDE MY HEAD IS DEAN'S AND IT'S LIKE READING EVERYTHING I WRITE I'M GOING CRAZY

Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the epilogue c:

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One Month Later

Blake's POV

I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was so unsure of myself and it was my freaking wedding day. I'm sure Rachelle would've given me advice if she were here.

"Hey Blake, how's it going?" Oli asked, standing in the doorway. It took me forever to convince these guys to even walk into this stupid church. They wanted Alan and I to get married in the garage back at home. No thanks.

I took a deep breath. "I think all brides are supposed to be nervous on their wedding days, right?"

"Do I look like a bride to you?" He asked. I glanced at him. He was wearing his regular jeans and a t-shirt but he also had a rose attached to his shirt with masking tape. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

"No but you have to play that loving and always encouraging maid of honour right now before I throw up because this fucking baby won't stop kicking and I already feel like shit. I'm seriously-"

"Blake, you look brilliant," he said, cutting me off. "And I know Mike is probably up there smiling down at how beautiful his ex is."

I sighed. "Thank you, Oli," I said, looking in the mirror one last time. I found this white dress at a store at the mall. It was long but definitely not a traditional wedding dress. I didn't have time to go all out on the wedding since we're kind of in an apocalypse.

"Are you ready yet?" Oli asked, sounding impatient. I asked him to walk me down the aisle and it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed.

I nodded and linked my arm with his. Ignoring all of the nerves, I was excited to see Alan again and have him see me walk down the aisle.

"Oh and Ben is still a little drunk but he was very persistent on being the priest," Oli added as we stood in front of the closed doors.

I chuckled. "That'll just make this wedding all the more original."

Oli nodded before opening the door. Everyone sitting in the pews (meaning Vic, Jaime and Tino) stood up and looked at me, big grins on their faces. I looked again and saw the faintest figures of Mike, Rachelle, Danny beside her, Matt and another girl, and my real father.

Vic quickly went over to the piano and started playing the classic wedding march.

I started walking and looked at Alan. He was smiling like crazy and his eyes were slightly watery. Seeing him like that made my eyes slightly watery too.

Ben cleared his throat as Oli handed me to Alan and took a seat beside Tino.

"Stop crying, you cunts," Ben slurred as he threw a bible across the room. I looked at Alan and we smiled at each other in a knowing way. Ben was going to be the highlight of this wedding.

"Ok so we were all dragged to this fucking hell hole so that Balan can get hitched or whatever that word is. So um, do you guys want to be with each other forever so you can annoy each other and have loud sex in your bedroom as Oli faps next door?"

I chuckled before saying, "I do."

"I do," Alan replied.

"Ok so, fucking snog already so we can leave and get drunk," Ben said, raising his hands in the air. "WAIT! I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU HUSBAND AND WIFE!"

I laughed before giving Alan a passionate kiss, causing everyone to cheer and Ben begin to run around the room like a maniac.

I pulled away and grabbed Alan's hand as he began to walk out of the room, stepping over a passed out Ben.

Four Months Later

"You sure you don't want some whiskey?" Ben asked, waving the bottle in my face.

"In case you haven't noticed, I am very pregnant so you can just shut up now," I shot, groaning at my intense back pains.

"Geez, you are just a hormonal ball of hate right now, aren't you?" Ben said, chuckling.

I glared at him before groaning in pain again. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my stomach area.

"Gross! She wet the couch!" Ben yelled.

"Fuck!" I shouted. "Vic, my water just broke, take me upstairs."

"Fuck," Vic muttered under his breath as he lifted me off the couch. Vic and Alan helped me up the stairs and Tino stood behind me in case I fell.

We had set up a room in the spare room to be the hospital since we didn't want to commute to the hospital all the time.

Vic and Alan set me onto the bed and Vic began to get everything ready.

I grabbed Alan's shirt, pulling him down to my level. "If you ever do this to me again, I will fucking tear you apart. I fucking hate you, you fucking bastard," I muttered. I felt another pain so I groaned. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled.

"Ok Blake, I need you to push."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I said about every curse word known to man as I squeezed Alan's hand tightly.

After more pain, I suddenly heard the sound of a baby crying.

"Alan, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?" Vic asked, handing Alan a pair of surgical scissors.

"Not really," Alan confessed.

"Alan, cut the fucking umbilical cord," I commanded.

"Right," Alan said, grabbing the scissors.

Tino quickly washed the baby off and and wrapped him in a towel, handing him to me.

"Michael Christopher Ashby."