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C H A P T E R F O R T Y
(last chapter before epilogue, get the tissues for tears)
(p.s - happy or sad tears i don't really know; just prepare yourselves)

read author's note at the end for a surprise!
another warning: big ass chapter. 6.9k+ words.

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olivia's point of view

TWO YEARS AND 2 MONTHS LATER

My bare shoulders were covered with the silk gown that read "Bride" on the back, Veronica coming around the front and tying it before stepping out of the way and letting the band's makeup artist take control of making me look spectacular for one of the most important days of my life.

Just as she started, she muttered something along the line "I'll be back in a second." obviously forgetting a product or brush of some sort, giving me time to open my eyes and look around the room we were currently sat in.

The second living room downstairs in the house Roger and I owned is where we were sat, it still being the same one we bought almost three years ago, our home.

We were sat in this living room as it had the best lighting. 'We' being myself, Veronica, Mary, Chrissie and Claire, my two year old daughter Tia and two cousins that belonged to John and Veronica, Alana and her younger sister Laura.

Veronica had given birth not long after Tia turned two months old, and while both myself and Roger were ultimately sleep deprived, we made it to the hospital by 8am, so we could meet her the same time as everyone else.

She's a beautiful little one, much like Alana, who was now three years old. They both had blonde curly hair and a beautiful, pale complexion of skin, much like Tia.

Tia had grown so much in these last two years and both Roger and I couldn't believe how fast time had flown, and that her once blonde hair with only strawberry tints in some places had turned into a replica of how my hair looked when I was that age - a beautiful red, curly with constant ringlets popping out when her hair wasn't tamed.

She was beautiful, her physical features (except her hair) being taken mostly from Roger, but I could already tell her personality was a major influence from me.

The girl was already interested in being sporty, playing with any form of bouncy ball she can get at almost every single time of the day. She also had her moments of confidence, and her moments of being ultimately the most shy at times, too. But other than that, she had a fierce attitude mix from both me and Roger, one we didn't really see coming.

And the little angel was sitting in the corner, playing with Alana and Laura before they had to get ready because they were apart of the bridal party too, Laura walking down the aisle with Veronica while Alana and Tia walked down hand in hand together in front of John and I, who will take my hand and walk me down the isle as my brother.

I was beyond excited and nervous for today, the negative thoughts not even making an appearance in my mind. None of the 'what if he leaves me at the isle' kind of thing, more like just the nervous butterflies in my stomach.

Walking down that isle was a scary thing. Vowing to the love of my life was a scary thing. Standing in front of all our family and friends as we commit to each other was a scary thing. Telling Roger after the wedding, at the reception, that I am fourteen weeks pregnant with another angel on the way was also a scary thing.