Chapter 214: Epilogue - Monet

"The garter! We forgot the garter!" Amy exclaims in a panic, close to tears over a damn garter.

"We can just put it on later before Luke tries to take it off." Chrystal tries to reassure her.

"No!" She wails. "Everything has to be perfect!"

Oh god. If ever there was a damn bridezilla, it would be fucking Amy. Of course they're having a lavish wedding, with a magazine buying the exclusive rights to publish the photos.I love the intimate wedding Cole and I had even more now.

"I'll go back upstairs and get it." I say, trying really hard not to roll my eyes, but in all reality, I need to go back to the toilet anyway.

Once upstairs in the bridal suite, I quickly rush to the toilet, and heave, careful not to get anything on my dress or Amy will have another breakdown. There's nothing but water left in my stomach, and I'm going to need to go to the doctor real soon, especially if this problem persists.

I make sure my lipstick is still perfect when I look in the mirror, knowing there's nothing I can do about the red eyes. At least I can say I was crying out of happiness or some other lie.

The nausea all started after Amy's bachelorette party. We went on a yacht and yes, I drank too much. So the next day when I was throwing up, I thought I was hungover, but when the nausea continued for three consecutive days, I knew something was up.

I was a little pissed off, because I absolutely did not want to have a baby right now. I've been working my dream job for a little over a year at a company testing solutions for sustainable energy trying to make AI more eco-friendly.I love it, but I'm very busy, and I don't know where the hell a baby is going to fit in there.

I took a pregnancy test yesterday morning, and to no surprise, it came back positive.

My doctor changed my birth control back to the pill after I experienced heavy bleeding again, and I've been taking it religiously every single day at the same time, because Cole has an insane sex drive. Well, me too, but I'm not the one with the fucking sperm! And somehow, through contraceptives, I got knocked up.

That motherfucker!

I haven't told anyone yet, because I haven't even seen a doctor, and it's Amy and Luke's wedding weekend, I don't want to steal their spotlight in any way.

Bridezilla is being tended to by her mother and the makeup artist trying to fix what her tears spoiled, and I give a tiny smile when Chrystal rolls her eyes at me.

I love this girl, and I'm so happpy that she became our friend. She's been receiving a lot of hate by Antoine's fans, labeling her a gold digger, and that she wouldn't have been with him if he wasn't playing football, so much so that Antoine threatened to quit playing if the hate didn't stop. I'm proud of how strong she is standing regardless of it all, and we all agreed to do a dcoumentary on what really happened with James, and about our experience being WAGS with careers.

Chrystal became a trauma counsellor, can you believe it? She also mentors young girls from troubled pasts. She always says she's learning so much through them, because she was raised in a good home, and their experiences make her grateful for how she ended up, and so much of the woman she is today is because of Antoine.

How could anyone hate someone like that?

The wedding is breathtaking at a Scottish castle, everything that Amy ever dreamed of.

"You know this girl chased me, right!" Luke says in his speech at the reception, making everyone laugh. "And I was so scared of Coach cutting my balls off!"

Coach laughs it off, my father-in-law, who I still call Coach. His relationship with Cole has grown so much, and I'm grateful, because now this stubborn baby who swam right past birth control will have an awesome grandfather.

I also gave my father a shot. Things will never be perfect between us, but I let him and his family come visit us sometimes. We're getting to know one another, and I will probably never have that father-daughter relationship that I always wanted when I was younger, but like Mom said in her letter, forgive them for you. Plus, the guy is a mean cook, so whenever they visit, we're sure to eat great food.

In true Amy fashion, her and Luke have a whole choreographed first dance, which is both hilarious and sweet, and when the other couples join them, Cole pulls me up from my seat and into his hard body, my arms going around his broad shoulders.

Unfortunately, the guy can still not dance, so we just sway from side to side with him looking down at me with burning, blue eyes.

"Something is wrong." He whispers, squinting his eyes.

I have a whole thing planned to tell him, so I shake my head and pull his head down to kiss him. "Everything is perfect."

When we get home after a few days, I tell him to meet me in the art room after he finished his morning gym session.

I love this room where both our mothers' art are displayed, and when he enters, he still gets that sheen in his eyes when he looks at the paintings and drawings, especially over the one Mom painted last of him in his college football gear.

He pulls me into him and kisses me hard on the mouth, gripping my ass in his hands. "No getting naughty in the art room."

"Get your head out of the gutter." I pull away from him and point to the box waiting for him on the table displaying his trophies.

"You got me a gift?" He smirks at me. "Lingerie?"

"Just open it!" I laugh, feeling a tad bit nervous.

He licks his lips as he pulls the lid off the cream box, and then he freezes as he looks at the contents of the box, then he looks back at me with shock in his eyes. "Is this...?"

I laugh, my eyes burning, and nod. "Take it out."

He proceeds to take out the tiny cleats I found, and a baby Empire Knights jersey with his number and Smith on the back.

I think he's happy, because he fucks me up against the wall of the art room, telling me he will put lots more babies inside me.

THE END

Author's note:

Hate me, cuss me out, chase me with a knife! You can find me on FB at Author Lin Daniels, and TikTok at Lin Daniels Author. I would love to connect with you and argue over characters. My other works on these platforms are Owned by the Navy Seal(completed), The Unbreakable Oath (ongoing).

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Debuting end of August : The Wisher(fantasy), and The Crimson Veil(Some vampire fuckery).

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