Author's Note: The 6th chapter song is based on Missing by Evanescence.

Anyway I hope you like and enjoy the 6th chapter!

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--- Later That Day ---

The former pious sister of the church spent the rest of the day in naps during their car journey up to Maine and after their arrival when she took a fresh, lukewarm shower, ate scrambled eggs with cheese and green salad.

During Jude's nap, Timothy was gone to the most nigh grocery store to buy a few more products since he finished them earlier today and afterwards purchasing a moonstone, pearly compact proposal ring as he yearned more than anything to spend the rest of his days with his rara avis more than anything. Regardless her mistakes and the crimes she committed during her inescapable possession, the British compatriot still loved her and he'd sacrifice anything in the name of his love for her. She was perfection into his eyes, regardless her mistakes and vices that eased the ugliness to fog his vision when he beholds her and acknowledges the unavoidable deeds that are from unbelievable. He'd never alienate from her ever again and he's going to always stand next to her even in the toughest moments that they confront as a dynamic gravity of trials, circling them.

As soon as the Bostonian came to her senses on the double bed, she muffled a mere yawn with her petite, milky as vanilla hand, throughout rubbing her drowsy eyelids with her fashioned in balled fists. Her halo ringlet of flossy old Hollywood aureate tresses were tied in a low, careless bun as a fistful of wild, promisingly glossy gilded curls that framed her porcelain, yet youthful complexion. Conveniently oyster-colored cotton nightgown with ruffled short sleeves, round neckline by exposing partly her collarbones and neck's mossy, delicate skin as its hem flared across her ankles.

Silence misted the second bedroom that was upstairs. All of a sudden, familiar masculine, monotonous footsteps echoed in the hallway, catching her attention. It was the former aspiring Monsignor.

As the same footsteps approached the bedroom, they stopped in a halt by stepping beside the door, followed by a few docile, light door taps drumming on the oak wood.

"Yes?" Her berry-coloured tongue conjugated the stutter, as a result of ushering the once holy priest to enter in the bedroom as his colossal, veiny hand managed to lower to the doorknob, turning it until the door in a single click was opened, setting a foot in the room. "Oh, Timothy! Hi!" She sat on the edge of the double bed, landing her caramel brown orbs on him as a vaguely benevolent, radiant smile budding across her naturally rosy-coloured, soft as satin lips.

"Hi, rare bird!" Shortly after he shut the door, he approached her by seating alongside her on the edge of the bed, planting a tender, feather kiss on the top of her head, whereas one of his muscly, strong arms snaked around her pudgy waist and his solely free mammoth, secure hand rested on top of her elvish one that was on her bump. The former devotional sister of the church molted in the tender kiss, prickling her epidermis with electrifying paroxysm and shivers down her frail skeleton of sweetness, pleasure and elation. "Did you sleep well?" The first question that ever popped up in his whirlpool of thoughts was to acknowledge her current condition after catnapping for a few hours.

"Yeah, I did! I'm good, thanks." The Bostonian rested her head on his shoulder bluntly, chewing on her lower plump lip at his question. "So as our lovely triplets had a good nap too even when Mommy was asleep." Scoff parted her lips, drifting her gaze to the sorefully fubsy stomach, admiring its hugeness.

"For sure!" The former Monsignor chuckled.

"But Timothy, I really need to tell ya something." In the interim, he chocked on her words and uneasily heaving the deep breath to release some pressure even when the remorse cramped her. "Before thinking twice with whom ya plan to spend the rest of yar days, you know." His chocolate brown orbs stung widened as she ruefully suckled on her lower lip. "And who's going to be actually the mother of these triplets."

"Jude, no matter your mistakes or if you're the most vicious murderer, I'll still love you for who you're," Pause pricked his tongue by inhaling the breathtaking, alluring long mop of golden curls' in a low messy bun mint aroma, opting to not distract himself so far as one of his hands drifted upward to the beginnings of rich long strands that framed her alabaster complexion, twirling and curling them on his pristine forefinger. "Don't get me wrong by changing my mind!"

"I just did it today and I'll regret for the rest of my life. I'll never forgive mysel-" Meanwhile, Timothy cut her off curtly, playing yet with the luxurious softness and crispiness of her stray, glossy strands.

"I told you what I think. Just spit it out! I won't judge you." Assuringly, emboldeningly persistent was the British compatriot to listen to her biggest remorse that gnawed her inside and kept caged its mysterious box, full of secrets, full of regrets, full of vices and full of prejudices.

"Yesterday when I entered in the church, I found Mary Eunice was praying and she threatened me to be exorcized even noticed that I'm pregnant. Therefore," The middle-aged lady could scarcely gulp the solid lump, formed in her throat, ducking chagrinedly her head, averting her stare from her lover's. At the moment, his pale-pinkish lips seized in a pensive, attentive purse, while he's all ears. "Therefore, I slit her throat with my letter opener and used to cast telekinesis by putting her in the coffin. I just watched her how she's suffering and dying. I watched her with smugness but once I left the church, the devil left my body even without the need of exorcism and I decided to consult with Mother Claudia by resigning from the church." Salty rivulet of tears dripped from her lower eyelids as twins, unable to control and ebb them out somehow. Then his baby pinkish, cherub lips popped up at her guilt-ridden confession. The explicitly graphic images tinted her vision, picturing the grimmest crime she's ever committed during her vile possession. The sight of her former protégé chocking helplessly by grasping with her vestal, slim fingers the slit area by severely bleeding, flumping on the church's cemented flooring wide-eyed in the last seconds of her fatal end. Even more the infernal, cockily smug grin that she wore across her lips as armor back then haunted her to mortification, sobbing quietly at the haunting images of her way to get away with a murder. The heartache impaled void holes in her heart which were almost incorrigible to be refilled its gaps. Gaps of mortification, horror, disquietude and ire. "I wasn't feeling safe anymore even when the devil left my body. I felt like the police and the church will investigate me sooner or later if they find out I murdered Mary Eunice. She deserved much better." Dissatisfied grunt squeaked her tongue, amalgamating with the sobs whilst the former man of the cloth kissed gently, lovingly her salty tears, savoring its bittersweet, crystalline saltiness.

"I'm deeply sorry for Mary Eunice's death. At least, she's on better place now," The former man of the cloth curled his arm around her waist, grasping the embrace even tighter and allowing her to bury her tear-stained, red-rimmed face, mapped with sweltering heat in his chest, consoling her by reaching up for her upper back, rubbing consonlingly the pudgier flesh. Optimism and realism antagonized one another in Timothy even when he's distressed to figure out about the young nun's death. "Watching us from heaven as an angel, smiling at us. She's much far away from the pain and sorrow of the short life and the crudely cold world." Slight, rueful smile cradled her damp lips, drenching his plain shirt's fabric with her own heavy rain of tears and liquid snots as a luxurious waterfall, cascading her nostrils. "Of course, I'm forgiving you and it wasn't your fault at all! The devil made you to do many atrocious things which you'd never do. Please, don't cry, my rare bird! Everything will be okay."

"I was weak! I did many atrocious things which were impulsive and the devil made me to do. I'm his weakness."

"You mustn't pressure yourself anymore. Everything is over. The devil left your body and you aren't and you'll never be capable of using the supernatural power that you're granted back then." He released her from the hug by snatching gingerly without her knowledge in his beige slacks for the crimson velvet miniature box to propose her in the least predictable moment especially when she doesn't expect it and to hear the silence of the former nun. "And it's impossible for me to abandon you after everything you've been through these months. You're pregnant with our and three of a kind unborn children, which I can't wait to embrace them by hugging, kissing them and telling them how much I love them more than anything."

"Yar just a blinded fool in love, Timothy! That's what I can tell ya."

"A fool in love with you, my rara avis!" All of a sudden, he got from the bed by kneeling beside her with a crimson velvet compact box even for the most distinctive eye. Her both elvish, secure hands muffled another sob in joy, whilst ogling in awe the miniature crimson velvet box with the proposal pearly moonstone ring. "Judy Martin,"

"T-Timothy, have ya completely lost yar mind?" Mumble accentuated her posed question incredulously as she could hardly believe it was the reality. Initially, the former devotional sister of the church thought she's dreaming and the proposal, the forgiveness were just dreams where she'd wake up one day with unconditional, bittersweet disappointment for not being real at all.

"No! Let me finish, sweetheart!" Velvety retaliation curled his lips. "Judy Martin, my one of a kind rare bird, the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on since the first moment, my only universe and world that I actually live, the most beaming and stunning smile that has been ever worn on its lips. I'm the luckiest and happiest man you've ever made. You just make me smile for unknown reason every time whenever I see you or hear your spectacular voice. I think I'm hearing really a bird singing to me every time whenever you speak." In the interval, the blonde melted in awe at his proposal, biting her lip reluctantly. "Judy, my rara avis, will you marry me until the death apart us?"

"How to not marry ya, Timothy! Of course, I'll! How long I've awaited up to this moment to happen." She got from the bed by throwing her pudgy, satin arms around him, snuggling into him after slipping the proposal ring on her finger. "Please, don't tell me, I'm dreaming!"

"You aren't dreaming, my rara avis, of course! Do you know how much I regret for not proposing you much earlier?" Her parchment, still young-looking complexion was buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling inwardly, featherly the cologne, besprinkling his neck, attempting to not get so far with everything else. "For not leaving the church much earlier since I figured out how foolishly I was in love with you and escaping far away from Boston."

"At least, it is better later than never, darling!" Wryly hoarse chuckle clicked the roof of her mouth. "I'm so happy to spend the eternity with you especially here."

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--- 1 Month Later ---

--- 5th of May, 1965 ---

A month later and lastly the day that the both former members of the church have agitatedly awaited with ginormous impatience has arrived. In the past month, Jude and Timothy have made their final wedding plans by holding a private wedding where nobody else is going to attend as a guest since they weren't keen fans of the big crowds and they're introverts. Further, they've eventually planned their honeymoon which is going to take its place within a week after their wedding ceremony to visit Manitoba for a straight week. Despite the common chilly climate of Canada, they'd rather prefer it to the lethal insufferable climate of southern countries or states during the wee days of May where the temperatures outnumbered than twenty and something.

Whilst the British aristocrat was getting dressed up in the other bedroom, in fact, his wedding costume was splashed, in order to not delineated with any tracks of crumples, Jude was in the second bedroom by applying make-up, seating on the dressing table and primping in her spare time just an hour before the wedding ceremony, that's going to be held in the nearest local church of Maine. Melodious, hedonic honeyed hum buzzed her peachy pink painted lips, whilst applying the lily-white eye shadows on her upper eyelids warily without spoiling her wedding make-up.

The both former pious members of the church have been awake for a few hours by spending the entire morning in a breakfast, afterwards cleaning after themselves and getting ready for the wedlock ceremony. The soft, agitated heart beats drummed in a choir in her ribs cage. In the meantime, the Bostonian's chubbier petite-frame was clad in a floor length with satin hem and long satin sleeves ivory-coloured wedding gown with boat neckline, embellished with moonstones the neckline, itself. Elegantly enveloped belt adorned the waistline of the gown as a fantastic addition. Wedding blusher fishnet veil veiled her braided in French braid armor, bearing a semblance of a sheer angel. Pearly white classy stilettos shielded her petite feet.

"Are you ready, Jude?" All of a sudden, Timothy pushed the ajar opened bedroom door, setting a foot as his oxford clicked against the carpeted flooring gently. His tall, masculine figure was reflected on the dressing table's mirror as a silhouette, casted backward on foot proximity with the blonde.

"Almost!" Her eye shadow brush powdered the light filter on her eyelids by fluttering them shut consciously. Content, radiant smile crawled on her pale as ghost complexion.

"Oh! But you look stunning, my rara avis!" He ambled up to her by reaching his both mammoth, amusingly warm hands to massage gingerly her shoulders without distracting her to spoil her make-up. "You're just perfection into my eyes."

"Aww, really?" Girlishly sheepish chuckle clicked her tongue as her cheeks tinted sanguinely. "Thank ya! So as yar astonishingly handsome, honey!"

"I've always waited with huge impatience up to today, you know."

"So as do I but ya have been always the sweetest." Meantime, his berry-coloured, soft as velvet lips pecked a kiss on the nape of her delicate, pale neck, molting into the neck kiss.

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--- An Hour Later or So ---

Shortly after the future wed couple arrived in the local church where they're about to hold a private wedlock ceremony, the senior priest was already with them and finished with his bland canticles which were an absolute waste of time for Timothy and Jude. They were eager when the holy man commenced with the epilogue part. Asking them whether if they're going to marry one another.

"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?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you take Judy Martin as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward," Whilst the priest was in his mid-sentence, it abided unfinished, due to the fact, the younger man cut him off, whereas squeezing his rare bird's hand into his larger, protective, knotting their fingers in the squeeze. They looked up at one another's eyes with pure love, warmness, lust and desire.

"Yes, I do!"

"You may kiss the bride." At the moment, Jude's both alabaster arms snaked around his shoulders, pulling him in a warm, tight hug, sealing his baby pinkish lips with hers in a hardening, steamy kiss, as a beginning of the opened chapter.

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--- 2 Hours or So ---

"W-What is that kind of a surprise?" In the meanwhile, the younger man got from the vehicle after driving his contemporary and sole wife to the lake by strolling up to the other side of the parked vehicle, in order to open her door and lift her up in a bridal lift up to the desolated, nevertheless, still firm wooden bench.

"I told you, Jude! The surprises are the sweetest when they just happen, instead of keep wondering." One of his muscular, strong arms was under her inner thighs, whereas the other one curled underneath her upper back, nudging the cab's door by scooting up to the bench, sniggering jubilantly altogether by marking a new part of their lives or rather opening a new chapter in their lives. "But tonight we will have a barbecue night in the yard, you know."

"With some vanilla fries and grilled meat." Her both arms clasped his shoulders, poising to not being dropped.

"And some white wine, of course!"

"Don't be so crazy with these weird combinations of beverages and food!" She swatted his thigh playfully, whereas the older lady seated on his lap, contemplating the sheening with its dispersing aureate sunlight light, mirroring the sunrays in the mistiness of the crystal clear lake. "I'd rather replace the white wine with some beer."

"We have beer, don't worry!" The British aristocrat assured her.

"But I've to confess the lake is incredibly breathtaking today."

"Not as much as you, rara avis!"

"Awww!" In the interval, his delicate nose tip nuzzled her wedding gown's satin fabric, admiring its softness mitigating his facial skin.