I stared into the mirror, running my eyes over the long, satin dress cascading down my body, a train trailing behind me. The dress was sleeveless, lace covering my shoulders and arms. Ruching bunched the dress at my waist. I ran my hand along it, relishing the feeling of the satin under my fingertips. Suddenly, someone slapped my hand away, startling me.
"Hands off, Maka. You're going to wrinkle it," Liz scolded me, finishing the touches on my make-up. I nodded.
"Where's Ben?" I asked, looking around for my son.
"He's with the boys. Black*Star if helping him get dressed," Tsubaki informed me. I turned to stare at her, my eyebrow quirked.
"Black*Star is dressing my two-year-old?" I demanded. Black*Star couldn't dress himself, much less a toddler. I ran my hand through my bangs, trying to lower my blood pressure. Maybe that maturity that Black*Star showed me while I was pregnant would come shining through…And maybe I would leave Soul and marry a pineapple instead.
"His daddy is dressing him," Patty reported, walking in the door. "Black*Star attempted to put him in his tux—oh, Maka, he's just so cute!—but he refused to sit still. Soul overheard the commotion, kicked Black*Star out of the way, and took over. The moment Ben heard his Daddy, he stopped struggling. It was so funny!" I sighed with relief.
"Well, at least he'll look decent." A knock came at the door.
"Maka, it's time!" Papa called through the door. All the girls screamed, and I covered my ears.
"Girls—girls! Shut up!" I yelled, slamming a book onto the side table. "All right, we have three more hours to endure and Soul and I are gone! Then you can go home and do whatever the hell you want! Well, everyone except you and Black*Star, Tsubaki. You guys still need to take care of Ben. Thank you again, by the way." Tsubaki lifted a hand to silence me, and pointed to the door. "Oh, right. Now, let's get this show on the road!"
I walked up to the aisle, waiting for my turn. My entourage shifted and twitched with excitement. Even I was on my toes.
"Mama!" I heard my little man call to me. I flipped around, turning toward my miracle.
"What is it, sweetie?" I asked, kissing him on the top of the head.
"I wanted to tell you good luck!" I laughed.
"Why 'good luck'?"
"'Cause I didn't know what else to say," Ben answered, giving me his best smile. "Oh, and Daddy told me to give you this." He handed me a little flower, a wild flower, for my bouquet. I smiled warmly and added it, putting in the front where everyone would be able to see it.
When it was finally Papa and I's turn, I practically sprinted down the aisle. Soul was waiting for me, smiling. I smiled back, staring into his bright red eyes, going into my own world. I stayed like that until it was time for Ben to bring the rings. I turned my eyes away from my future husband to look at our son. He was almost a carbon copy of his father, sharing his white hair and sharp teeth. From me, he'd gotten my eyes. Truthfully, it made for a beautiful boy, but maybe I was just a little bias.
As Lord Death pronounced us man and wife, we each took one of Ben's hands, adding him to the ceremony. Still holding Ben's hands, we gave each other a peck to seal the union and turned to the crowd, picking Ben up and swinging him. He smiled and laughed, his childish laugh echoing off the walls of the Death Room.
Looking at my two men, I couldn't help the happiness that bubbled up inside me. We were finally a family, in every sense of the word. Now, walking down the street, people would see us as the Evans family, and they would be 100 percent right. I smiled and laughed along with my son, and Soul reached over and kissed the top of my head. In one picture, Blair, Soul, and I were in back, Ben in Soul's arms, standing outside the Academy. The moment we got home after the honeymoon, I took that picture and framed it. It was the first of many of my family.
O.M.F.G. FINALLY. I finally started this stupid story! Sorry it took me so long, and sorry the chapter is such a dud. I know it's really bad, don't even worry about offending me. I SWEAR that the next one will be better, but I won't be posting it until Tuesday. As I have said a million times, I do have a life, and I can't put it on hold until Tuesday, so bear with me. Maybe I'll rewrite this when it's not midnight and I haven't just gotten back from a baseball game. By the way, there was a firework show after the game, BEST FUCKING GAME EVER. Plus, we won, so that made me happy.
I sincerely hope I didn't disappoint anyone with this chapter, but I know I did, and I feel like shit about it, so here's my apology. I'm really sorry. But the next chapter is gonna be really good, so you guys will forgive me. You were going to anyway, simply because you are beautiful people (welcome to "Suck up Mode"). So, for now, I'm going to go. Until next time!
P.S. Didn't I pick such an original name? Haha. Runningshadow135 messaged me tonight and asked what the title would be and when I would be posting this, and I told said person Tuesday, but I guess I lied. So here's to you, Runningshadow135. You finally got me to stop procrastinating and actually start this story.
P.P.S. I know it was short. You are not allowed to bitch about it. I was going to make you wait until Tuesday, and it probably would've been the same quality. I got out of the groove of writing Maka, so it took a few paragraphs to get back into it. Like I've said a million times just in this note, the next chapter will be better. Don't give up on me just yet.