Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 1

Above is a picture of Aviella.

Ariana

Friday: 5:46 pm

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Justin wraps his arms around my neck and closes the space between our lips.

My first kiss as a married woman. And it felt even better than any other kiss could in the world.

When we turn to face everyone, they're all standing up and clapping. I see my mom, Frankie, Aviella, and, of course, Toulouse, in the front row. I blow Aviella a kiss and she smiles.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Justin Bieber." The priest says.

Everyone claps and Justin picks Aviella up before we walk down the aisle.

Now we were going to the reception, which was right down the street, but I was definitely not walking, so we rode in the limo.

"Mommy, we're married?" Aviella squeals when Justin buckles her seatbelt.

"You're not married, Avi. Me and daddy are." I tell her.

"Oh. But I wanna be married too!" She says.

"You will be. In about 20 years." Justin says, putting his hand on mine.

I smile at him and he kisses my cheek.

"How do you feel, wife?" He says.

"Great. But I would feel even better if you kissed me."

He takes less than a second to kiss me and I run my finger down his cheek before pulling away.

"Ew!" Aviella groans.

I giggle and the limo stops in front of the reception. It was at a building, obviously, with access to the beach behind it. The whole wedding was a white and gold theme. So the reception room was full of white and gold.

Justin gets out first, and helps me out then picks up Aviella. We walk inside and the planner brings us to a room so we can wait for everyone to get here.

"You look beautiful, Aviella." The planner says.

"Thank you." Aviella's cheeks turn pink and she hides behind Justin.

"I'll be back once everyone is here." The planner says before disappearing out of the room.

Justin rests a hand on my stomach and I smile. No one knew but us, not even Aviella. Because if we told her, she would tell everyone else.

10 minutes later, after Aviella's complained about fifty times about being bored, the planner comes back in the room.

"Everyone's here." She says.

"Avi, go with Abigail." Justin says.

He leans down to kiss her forehead and she takes Abigail's hand.

"We'll be standing by the door." Abigail says.

Justin puts his hand on my back and we follow Abigail to the entrance of the reception room.

"Please welcome to the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Justin Bieber. Turn your attention to the dance floor, for their first dance." The DJ says.

I wasn't ready for this dance. I hated dancing. Absolutely hated it. It took about ten years for me to learn how to do this, especially in almost 5" heels.

The dance takes about 3 minutes, which actually feels like 50 years, and when it's over, we tale the seats in between my parents and Justin's parents.

From the left to the right, it was Frankie, Dad, Mom, Aviella, me, Justin, Pattie, and Jeremy. Justin's brother and sister were sitting with their grandparents.

After everyone had eaten, me and Justin were summoned to cut the giant cake. It was 3 layers, with two people on top. I'm not sure the two people were me and Justin, but they kind of looked like us.

Justin gave me the knife and put his hand on mine before pushing the knife through the top layer of the cake. He took the first slice but instead of putting it on a plate, he smashed it in my face.

I scream, some of the cake falling to the floor, some falls in mouth, and I grab the remaining pieces off my face and smear it all over Justin's.

After our cake war, we go to sit back down and it's time for the toasts. We listen to the toasts from pretty much everybody. And I will admit, I did cry. Justin shed a few tears also, but he kept his arm around me the whole time.

The last toast is from my dad, someone who I haven't seen since I was 12. He tried, so I didn't care that he left.

"Ariana, I wanna start off by saying congratulations. I'm so proud of you. And I trust that Justin will take great care of you. Next, I want to apologize for what happened almost 10 years ago. I don't know what was going on in my head, but I've changed. I know I disappointed you. I'm your father and I'm supposed to be an example for you and your brother." A tear rolled down my cheek.

I know there are more to come.

"Ariana, I am so sorry for what I put you through. And I hope that you can forgive me. I love you, princess." Now everyone's looking at me, waiting for my decision.

I stand up and make my way to my dad.

"I forgive you, daddy. And I love you too." He wraps his arms around me, planting a kiss on my forehead, and the tears that I knew were coming come.

When he pulls away, he wipes my tears away with his thumbs and we both walk back to our chairs.

Justin wraps his arm around me again and we watch a video with a bunch of pictures and short clips from the past 5 years.

"This was the best day ever." I whisper.

"Do you wanna tell everyone now?" Justin asks.

"It would be the best time. Let's do it." We both stand up and Justin gets everyone's attention.

"We have an announcement." He says.

"They're getting married!" Aviella squeals.

Everyone chuckles and I smile at Aviella.

"We've known for about a month now. But... I am 2 months pregnant." I say.

The room is silent for a split second, before everyone erupts into cheers. My parents are the first to congratulate us, then Justin's parents, then everyone else. After they've all calmed down, people start to leave. It's almost 10 pm, and Aviella is starting to get cranky. Justin holds her and she lays her head on his shoulder while we thank people for coming and say goodbye.

After everyone is gone, I say goodbye to my parents and Frankie, then Justin's parents and his brother and sister.

This was literally the best day of my life, and I wish it would never end.