(Warning: things boutta get a little bit hot and spicy
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4 months later

The only people to show up at the wedding were Maria, her husband Jeremiah, and their son, Lincoln Parker (hehe. See what I did there... Lincoln Parker ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Lincoln was now somewhere around 5-6 months old, and he was just the cutest thing I've laid eyes on. I couldn't wait to start a family with Arvin.

And for a reason I knew, he felt the same.

We had been talking about it for the past few months, and we had chosen that today would be the day. I was most definitely nervous, seeing as it was my first time.

But I had to worry about that later.

I looked down at my white laced wedding dress, which perfectly shaped my hourglass figure, the poofy skirt accentuating my body even more. The sleeves of my dress were purely lace with a floral design, ending with a ring thing that attached to my middle finger.

There was a dip in the back of the dress, one that I couldn't see, but I knew it looked good. Maria walked in, a large smile on her face as she held the bouquet of flowers.

"You ready, dear?" She asked as I looked in the mirror, my heart pounding. I had never been more nervous for something in my life.

"As ready as I'll ever be." J said, turning around, the skirt swaying as I walked with Maria.

I wish my family was here. My adoptive father would have loved to hand me off to the man I love. I just wished they had a little more time.

I heard "here comes the bride" start to play, my nervousness leaving as a smile appeared in my face. Jeremiah had chosen to hand me off, considering we had also grown to be good friends, and there wasn't any other person other then Maria to do it.

I looked down the aisle to see Maria smiling widely at me, and then I looked next to her to see an awestruck Arvin Russell, his puppy eyes widening with glee as he looked over at Maria, a smile on his face when he looked back at me.

I felt tears rising, forcing them back down as Jeremiah placed a reassuring hand on mine, smiling down at me.

I could see the faint movement of Arvin's lips as he spoke to himself.

As the music came to a stop, I walked up the few stairs to stand in front of Arvin. He had tears of joy forming in his eyes as I handed the bouquet to Maria who smiled as the priest walked over.

Everything went by in a fuzzy blur. The only face I couldn't take my eyes off of was Arvin's, whose hands were clasped tightly in mine as I held back joyful tears.

My speech was short and simple. I had promised Arvin that if he were to go through something dark, I'd follow him, and if he were to die, I'd follow him to heaven or hell.

I promised that I would take care of our future children with him, and that I'd love them endlessly.

He had promised the same, but out more words into it. Vows I would always remember until the day I died.

"Emily Rose Rowling. Do you take Arvin Eugene Russell to be your lawfully wedded husb-"

"I do." I interrupted as the priest chuckled, dismissing me cutting him off. He looked over to Arvin, who didn't even wait for the priest to start talking.

"I do." He said as the five of us chuckled.

"Then, by the power invested in me, I know pronounce you, Emily Rose Russell. You may kiss your bride." The priest said as he took a step back.

Arvin smiled as I swung my arms around his neck giving him a long and passionate kiss. Maria, Jeremiah, the priest and piano lady cheered, all while Lincoln gurgled, unaware of what was happening.

The day had flown by, and as Arvin and I walked into our home, hand in hand, I thought about the things we'd do tonight.

All I could really think about was the future.

I quickly changed out of the itchy wedding dress into a rain too and pajama pants as I walked over to the kitchen, where Arvin stood, hands in his pockets as he waited for me, a smile on his face.

I jumped onto the kitchen island as he walked over, his hips between my legs as his hands rested lazily on my waist.

"So. What to do know, Mrs. Russell?" He said with a goofy smile as I laughed, biting my tongue.

"I can think of a few things." I said quietly as Arvin smirked, leaning forward.

His lips connected with mine, hands trailing up from my waist to my back, pulling me closer to him. My legs seemed to almost instinctively wrap around his torso as my arms went around his neck, pressing deeper into the kiss.

A soft, quiet moan escaped my lips, Arvin's tongue slipping quickly into my mouth as I forced back a smile.

Arvin's hands trailed back down to my ass as he slid me off the island, holding me up as the kiss deepened more than it already was.

My hands found their way to his hair, which I started to mess with as Arvin walked out of the kitchen, holding me as he made his way to our bedroom.

He dropped onto the bed, towering over me as he slowly slid down, kissing up and down my neck as more quiet moans as sped my throat.

His hands cautiously and slowly went under my shirt, trailing up to the bra-let I was wearing.

And everything went from there.

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8 1/2 months later

I looked down at the large baby bump I had, silently hoping our little girl would just pop out soon. I looked out the window, staring out into the garden, which Arvin was tending to.

The silence was peaceful as I hummed quietly to the song "Save The Last Dance For Me" that played on the radio.

I tapped my pencil on the notepad, where I had been writing a bunch of things about money. Arvin and I had gotten very well paying jobs, despite our lack of college degrees.

In this very moment, I could still see us living such a happy life together with our daughter. Arvin and I had turned 21 a little over a month ago, and it felt so strange for some reason.

Only a few years ago we were talking about getting out of the states as quickly as possible. Only a few years ago I had rekindled the very short friendship I had with a young boy who had lost his parents, just like I had.

Only until a few years ago, I had never imagined living up here in Canada, married at 20, and having a kid at 21.

But that's just how life works. Things happen for a reason, some will be good, some will be bad.

And for terrible reasons, I was so glad that my parents had died that night.

If they hadn't, I would have never fallen in love with a man as amazing as Arvin.

My life made a complete turn. All because of one thing I did.

I chose to walk. Instead of drive. I chose to hand a sad boy a doll I had cared deeply about, because he needed it more than I did. I chose to help an 18 year old, allowing an almost complete stranger sleep in a bed at my adoptive parents homes.

I chose to hear a call I'd never expected to receive.

And the best part?

I chose to answer it.

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I've had the epilogue in my drafts for a few days now, so it will be posted soon. I'll make a few adjustments, and then...

The story will be over.

I want to thank each and every one of you for reading this book. It was a short journey, but I loved it dearly. Emily and Arvin are definitely my favorite couple that I have 'created' in any of my fanfictions, mainly because of just how much shit I put them through, and how much stronger they got because of it.

I will most de miss them, and may eventually read my own book because of it.