Epilogue

                                    

                                          
One Year and Four Months Later...
                          
The day was chilly, a breeze causing the leaves to dance about, carefree. It was a perfect day for a wedding. Autumn was such a beautiful time for weddings. Especially in the first week of November, where the colorful leaves reach their peak before falling, floating down with the cool breeze. 
                          
Sydney was my mom's maid of honor, which wasn't surprising given that they grew up with each other. I was chosen, along with her sister and a couple of other friends as the other bridesmaids. I didn't know my dad's best man too well, but apparently it was my uncle, which I had gotten to know a little with the previous holiday season, along with the rest of his extended family. Of course, I never got out of touch with his parents, my grandparents, even after the divorce, but I never really knew the rest of the family. 
                          
My mom's dress emphasized her curvy waist and flattered her bust. The cut was mermaid-style, the fabric casading outward at the end. Her dark hair was swirled into an intricate bun, a few loose hairs falling down to frame her face. She looked stunning. 
                          
Us bridesmaids had already walked down the aisle, as well as the groomsmen. My little brother was too old to be the ring bearer, so he stood as one of the groomsmen. The shortest groomsman, might I add. One of our nephews took the place as ring bearer, and the two youngest of our niece's took on the roll of flower girls. Now it was just my mom walking down the aisle, my grandpa in her arms. I glanced at my dad, his eyes watering. She made her way to the front, taking the hands of her soon to be husband again. 
                          
I was in tears by time my parents were done with their speeches, cheering as they kissed after the pastor officiated their marriage. They walked back down the aisle together, flowers in her hand. We continued to cheer as they walked off, likely for my mom to change into her reception dress, which was just a simple white dress where the skirt flaired out, the skirt longer in the back than in the front.
                          
Everyone began to chatter about various things, maybe about the re-newlyweds, or the nice weather. I was talking to my aunt when strong arms wrapped around my waist, a smile instantly overcoming my face. I could feel the warmth of his body as he pressed up against me.
                          
"The two of you are too cute," my aunt said, giving me a kiss on the cheek and squeezing his arm. My face felt red, although we'd been dating for so long. Almost a year and a half, now. He squeezed my waist, causing me to wiggle at the tickley feeling. 
                          
"I am very fortunate to have her," Jer replied, nuzzling into my hair, his voice loud in my ear. A tingle ran down my spine as his hot breath fanned onto my ear. He pressed his lips softly onto the ball of my cheek, the warmth of his lips on my hot cheek.
                          
"You're blushing. A lot," he whispered in my ear, moving away from me. I instantly wanted the warmth of his body against me, shielding me from the chilly winds. His large hand enveloped my own hand as we walked to the reception hall together. 
                          
"You know, one day I hope this will be us," he said lowly, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. I felt my heartbeat accelerate at his words. 
                          
"I hope so too," I replied, looking up at Jer. He lowered his head to reach my face, giving me a sweet, short kiss on the lips. 
                          
"I hate public affection, you know that," I whined, tugging on his hand playfully. 
                          
"Is that so?" he asked teasingly, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he raising his eyebrows high on his forehead. I nodded firmly, knowing that he knew this already. He dropped his hand to his side. I furrowed my eyebrows and grabbed ahold of his hand once again.