--- 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.

"Woohoo! It was high time for this miracle to happen!" The former cop squealed ecstatically as content, beaming grins bloomed on their faces.

"They are the prettiest couple I've ever seen!" The brunette girl exclaimed in rejoicing manner shortly after the applauds subdued in the background and the recently wed couple rushed up to outdoors as the former man of the cloth lifted in a bridal lift his wife, roaming recklessly around the church their wedlock is taking its place.

"I can't agree more! I couldn't be luckier and happier when they adopted us." Yoanna said.

Eventually the best St. Valentine's present the former saint members of the church have received was actually their divine wedding and commencing to rewrite their ethereally timeless love story.

--- *** ---
--- 5 Months Later ---

--- 24th of July, 1965 ---

"Waaaahhhhh!" The first uncontrollable, high-pitched cry surged the newborn child's tiny lungs as the sole doctor, who was in the patient's room, accompanying the small family, whilst Judy was laboring and spreading widely her legs. Her patient, rigid lesen robe's hem was flaring her knees, exposing her core and baptized in ruddy tints the nameless baby.

Meantime, Angelica and Yoanna were sitting on the right side of the bed, squeezing tightly with their wee hands her larger, creamy as satin hand. The former holy man was seating on the left side, grasping firmly his wife's hand, emboldening her to not lose faith and supporting her during the nursing process.

It has been a handful of hours since the former licentious nightclub singer's water broke, besides experiencing agonizing and morbidly sore contractions in her abdomen, leading to her subsequent transport to the hospital without an ado and commencing the pushes which were draining its physical stamina of her body muscles.

"It's a girl!" The female doctor, who was in the beginning of her 30s, wearing a charming, affable smile, swaying across her lips swaddled in a warm, cotton cloth the newborn daughter of the Howards, throughout handing it to her mother.

"Aww, hello, little angel!" All of a sudden, the middle-aged mother scooped in a heartmelting, doting hug the unnamed ray of sunshine, whose cries subdued due to her encouraging shushing, harmonizing her lips like harmonica. "I'm yar mothar." She carried on with her honeyed whisper, pinching lightly, gamely her biological daughter's button nose which she has inherited from her mother big caramel brown orbs and the curly hair texture altogether with the petite, sensitive ears. Nonetheless the new family member possessed her father's chestnut hair pigment, pale as vanilla skin tone, his eyebrows and baby pinkish lips.

"Aww, she's so cute!" The both adopted young girls squealed, contemplating in awe their little sister, stroking gingerly, featherly her sparse chestnut hair, admiring its softness as their fingers raked. Once the pair of azure and strawberry brown eyes transfixed on the nameless infant, they quickly found themselves lost in their sibling's delirious, intoxicating cuteness as they have already discovered the Pandora box's paradoxal, mystic and sinful mysteries that inebriated their aroused interest.

"I can't disagree with you! She's definitely such a precious princess!" The former holy man couldn't agree more with Angelica and Yoanna, chuckling together.

"Have you thought of naming her?" It was the younger former orphan, who posed the question seriously and frantically in the same time.

"Oh yes, of course, sweethearts!" The blonde emitted a husky, jovial titter, tickling her throat and corners of her mouth without averting her astounded stare from the newborn. "I'm going to name her Corinne!"

"Corinne?" They asked as one as an audience ensemble, chanting along with the singer the choir phrase by phrase.

"Yeah! Don't ya like the name of our precious little girl?"

"Of course, Mommy! Corinne is a gorgeous name for our little sister." The juvenile brunette retaliated, inhaling the baby scent that taunted her sensitive nostrils.

"Corinne Martin Howard, welcome to our small family and being a wonderful addition to it!" The middle-aged mother commenced with her jubilant canticle, curling her lips in content, shining smile upon her parchment, baptized in perspiration complexion. Moreover, the brunette and juvenile blond found themselves quickly becoming fond of Corinne in no time.

--- *** ---

--- 6 Years Later ---

--- 26th of September, 1971 ---

The years flew as swiftly as cupid arrows, darted to the target.

Not only Yoanna and Angelica were already teenagers, but also their younger sister, Corinne was attending regularly school and receiving usually decent marks on the majority of the school subjects. The former orphans were recently attending high school.

As affectionate and caring parents, Jude and Timothy preferred to stay at home since they loved the nature vibes and aesthetics that encompassed them the forest, itself.

In the meanwhile, whilst the middle-aged lady was washing the dishes in the sink, swaying her hips as the interweaving symphony of the wreaking map of rain drops and the recently playing song on the radio, thrumming inwardly, melodically to herself and relishing the musical moment in the kitchen, Yoanna and Angelica were helping their younger sibling with her homework, seating altogether on the cherry wood, refinedly polished bureau as textbooks and notebooks were the top items which were sheeting the piece of furniture's top. At the moment, Timothy was dancing, tiptoeing up to his wife as her adroit, elvish hands held and lathering the filthy, already used glasses and dishes, her lips motioning.

"Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean! The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green! The snowbird sings the song he always sings and speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring!" It was Anne Murray's song Snowbird currently playing on the radio as her eloquent voice accentuated on the lyrics.

All of a sudden, she could feel two pair of strong, muscular arms snaking around her waist as pitons, asphyxiating her slim waist muscles, cocking forward his head, his chin resting delicately on her shoulder as at first, she couldn't help but startle even flinching and gasping confoundly.

"I swear, darling, ya scared the hell out of me!" The Bostonian couldn't repress giggle as her husband joined her, washing the remaining dishes and glasses before setting them with the rest of the already washed ones. Meantime, he inhaled inwardly the alluring hair fragrance that toyed with him.

"I didn't mean to. It's a lovely rainy day but not as lovely as my wife, who washes the dishes and glasses."

"I'm about to finish this task extremely soon even within a half a minute only."

In the interval, the horde of girls walked in the kitchen, swaying their hips as soon as they were embraced not only with the sight of their parents, further, the currently playing song on the radio as it was plugged in the contact.

"Mom and dad!" The both adolescents addressed their parents, in order to earn their prompt attentions as they turned momentarily to them, whilst the middle-aged lady wedged her naturally rosy-coloured, soft as velvet lips in a reluctant purse. "It looks like you're having so much fun."

"Oh yeah! We do, darlings!" The older lady riposted slyly, winking at them mischievously, gamely as she wiped her once drenched hands.

"When I was young my heart was young then too! Anything that it would tell me! That's the thing that I would do but now I feel such emptiness within for the thing that I want most in life's the thing thing that I can't win!"

"Haven't you thought of snapping a family photo, all of us together?" Timothy suggested as he released the former woman of the cloth from his gripping embrace and delving in the drawers for the Polaroid photo camera.

"Sure!" The young girl didn't repress the agreement, zinging her lips, bobbing her head humbly.

"Why not?" The both high schoolers replied rhetorically in unison as they began posing for the family photo, whereas the former priest was setting warily the camera stick holder and the Polaroid camera in the same time.

"Be ready in 5, 4, 3," Meanwhile, Timothy cried out loud, counting the remaining seconds before the photograph was snapped at last, speeding up to the blonde, posing to her as beaming, gleeful smiles danced upon their faces.

"Say cheese!"

"Cheese!"

--- THE END ---

Author's Note: I'd like to thank everybody, who took their time not only to read the story along with voting it, but also commenting it and speaking their minds which I genuinely appreciate and expressing their additional support, encouraging me to keep on with writing!

Nonetheless that was the final chapter of Seperated in Pittsburgh. If you're eagerly looking forward for anything to read from me, the one-shot series, Orphan in Limbo and Wings of Light are the projects that are ongoing. 

In addition to, if we exclude Orphan in Limbo and Wings of Light, there are still 5 more Nunsignor future projects until the series are finished unless another short story or otherwise a longer one pops up in my mind, adding one more book to the one of the longest book series I've ever written for 2 years of writing. Feel free to drop your ideas for future Nunsignor stories or another ships! 

Alex xoxo❤❤