Seperated in Pittsburgh

Family (Epilogue)

--- 3 Months Later ---

--- 14th of February, 1965 ---

It has been 3 months since Judy and Timothy were living together with their adopted rays of sunshine, besides sharing galore of authentic moments together, recollecting piece of memories together as if they were on cloud nine.

Not only today was the Valentine's day, but also it was the couple's wedding. As they have organized their wedding was being a private one and celebrating it with their adopted children and Frank by their side.

In the past weeks, the middle-aged woman has been through the dynamic roller coaster of mood swings, food cravings and morning sicknesses, besides the drastic gain weight and change in her petite framed body, despite she was living a lie for 2 decades for being infertile and empty. Furthermore, Angelica, Yoanna and the British compatriot were aware of her unexpected, spontaneous pregnancy. Once they found the former sister of the church was carrying a fresh, new life inside her pregnant belly which was somewhat visible at the moment, the girls were mirthful, whereas Timothy was incredibly flabbergasted.

As the wedding day has loomed on the horizon, Angelica, Yoanna and Frank were clothed in exquisitely dashing outfits, incarnating the prominent event and the new chapter that the former devotional members of the church have already opened, in order to change their lives and be family people. The solely invited guests on the wedding ceremony were seating on the exquisitely polished pews, fixing their inquisitive, gleeful pools to the about to be wed couple as the elder priest stood between them as a gap.

In the interim, the British aristocrat was dressed up in neat, obsidian tuxedo with obsidian, orderly tied bowtie, embellishing his wedding outfit, whilst the blonde's wedding glimmering gown was ankle length with spaghetti, thin straps hugging her slightly pudgy petite frame as her wee bump was clearly obvious. A snow, satin veil veiled her dazzlingly coiffed French updo, eagerly anticipating the moment when the priest finishes with his tiresome canticles, jingling angelic, scared anthems into their sensitive ears and declaims rhetorically their wedlock.

"Do you take Timothy Howard as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" It was high time when the elder man of the cloth concluded with the bland canticles and the recited prayers for the almost wed couple, earning their inquiring, agitated stares, transfixed on his wrinkled, parchment complexion as his jaded, nonchalant, fueled with sheer benevolence and innocence midnight black pools were linked up with the former nun's honey brown orbs. A humble, demure smile cradled her ravishing red lips, lacing them in scintillating radiance.

"Yes, I do!" The middle-aged lady replied in honeyed voice as her lip curled at the reply, then exhaling abruptly as its oxygen surged her sensitive nostrils.

"Mr. Howard, do you take Judy Martin as your lawful wife, to have and to hold," As the older man verged to resume his utterance, it was the British compatriot who cut him off curtly, clearing his throat, his rhetorical declaim abiding unfinished.

"Yes, of course!"

"You may kiss the bride!" The holy man declared with mild jubilation, vomited in his declaration, whilst Judy's soft, plumpish lips pursued her husband's naturally berry-coloured, sealing hers with his in a brief, hardening steamy kiss as their eyelids fluttered shut in slits shape. Muffled moans heaving from the top of their lungs, whilst vigorous, merry applauds boated in the background due to Frank and the former orphans' clapping hands.