Written in the Rockstars (Completed)

♥ Epilogue ♥

Annabel's P.O.V

4 M O N T H S L A T E R

"Annabel? Are you nearly ready? The photographer wants a picture before the ceremony begins!"

Lucy's words were muffled slightly as they travelled through the bathroom door. My veil flowed down my back as I perched on the lid of the toilet, my flowing white dress bunched up in my hands. Holding a pregnancy test.

Alright. Long story short, I had skipped that time of the month and immediately became suspicious. The seconds ticked by on my phone screen as I became more and more anxious.

" I won't be long," I called back, "You just go ahead. "

She hesitated. " If you're sure..."

" Of course. "

I squeezed my eyelids shut, unsure of what I wanted the result to be. Jack and I had always said that we wanted children, but I had never thought how I would react when it came down to the test. A faint beep sounded, alerting me that the test was complete.

I peeled opened my eyelids, taking deep breaths.

+

Positive.

I was going to be a mother.

Still recovering, I slipped out of the bathroom, adjusting my veil and dress. The material was laced with an intricate design, sparkling under the light of the glaring amber sun.

I posed for a quick picture, before hurrying to the grand oak doors of the cathedral, my heart pounding against my ribs. I could vaguely hear the organ, blasting a merry tune.

" Excuse me, young lady," said a voice from behind me.

I whipped my head in the direction of the source of the voice, sending my curls flying. My mum stood, dressed in a tightly-fitted Harris Tweed outfit. A red carnation was fastened to her lapel.

" You forgetting something? "

I frowned. " No..."

She chuckled. " I'm giving you away. "

I smiled as she tottered over to me, holding her arm out. I held onto it, staring deep into the grains of wood in front of me.

Until they were no longer there.

Instead, rows of people swivelled around to face me, smiling warmly. Down the aisle, there was a ornate altar. In front of the altar was Jack. His usually-messy hair was parted at the side, combed neatly. He wore a black tuxedo, paired with a maroon tie, as requested by me. A red carnation also decorated his lapel.

Before I knew it, my high-heeled feet were carrying me down the aisle, bringing me closer to Jack. Madeleine Davey, my best friend, was perched at the organ, running her fingers over the keys swiftly as she played 'The Wedding March'.

Jack flashed me a grin as I approached, my mum stepping to the side. Lucy was dressed in a beautiful purple dress, hugging her body and swollen abdomen down to the knees, before flowing out and touching the floor.

The ceremony began, with the priest reciting the usual speech. Finally, he turned to Jack.

" Do you, Jack Rochester, take Annabel Anderson to be your lawfully wedded wife? "

Jack smiled at me. " I do. "

The priest turned to me. " Do you, Annabel Anderson, take Jack Rochester to be your lawfully wedded husband? "