This is it! The final chapter in A Sick Rose! I'm almost sad to see it end but I'm also glad that I finally finished a long story. Hope you like it! ^^


The day was clear and calm, a perfect day for a wedding. That's right it was Rose and Christian's wedding day. They had both just turned 19 and were so excited to be married; they had decided to get married as soon as they could and spent the few months after both of their birthdays planning their wedding.

Almost everyone they knew was there: people from the school, students, Guardians and Ms. Kirova, Royals from assorted families (no Ozeras though, for obvious reasons), even Queen Tatiana herself had come! Both Rose and Christian had decided it was better not to invite Tasha and Dimitri, whom had not had any contact with anyone from St. Vlad's since they had announced that they were expecting a child, since it would cause too many old, painful memories to arise on the best day of their lives.

Christian looked to his left where Eddie and Adrian stood and smiled at them; both of them were his best men since he couldn't decide between the two. He didn't care if was non-traditional to have two best men, hell this whole wedding was non-traditional! He looked to the right side of the alter where Lissa stood as Rose's Maid of Honor with Mia standing next to her as a bridesmaid. Lissa gave him a bright smile and he gave one right back, they had not felt any lingering feelings (neither good nor bad) towards each other after their breakup and were genuinely happy for each other. Lissa and Eddie were engaged while Adrian and Mia were giving a relationship with each other a try by dating.

Christian stood tall and proud decked out in a tuxedo, even though he thoroughly disliked it, with his black hair combed out of his glacier blue eyes which glowed with excitement and love as he waited for his bride.

Suddenly music filled the area (AN: They are having an outdoor wedding at night, btw.) and Christian's eyes instantly whipped to the aisle. His eyes passed over Janine Hathaway, who was smiling widely, and zeroed in on the ethereal figure standing inside of the archway at the end. His eyes softened and he felt a grin tug on his lips as he watched his beautiful Rose begin her march towards him. Rose drifted down the aisle, decked out in white lace and gossamer, looking like an angel sent from heaven right to him. Her long auburn hair had been put into delicate curls and had small white flowers twisted gently into a few strands and her face had minimal makeup with only a light dusting of silver eye shadow and soft pink blush across her cheeks. Christian fell even more in love with her just looking at her.

She had finally reached him and they gazed into each other's eyes, seeing each other's love and passion inside of them. Christian held out his hand to her and her small hand slid delicately into his as they turned to the priest (AN: The priest is that pastor-guy from the campus church. I honestly can't remember his name. ^^), both of them were reading to spend the rest of their lives together.

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"Daddy, tell me again how you and mommy fell in love." Little Maria Jane Ozera never got tired of hearing her favourite story and always pleaded with her daddy to tell it, no matter how old she got. Christian laughed as he picked up his five year old daughter, whom was named after his deceased mother, spinning her around as he settled down to tell her the story. (AN: Since no one knows what Christian's parents' real names were for this story his mom's name was Maria. Thanks to SweetBlackAngel16 for the help in coming up with this name! ^^) At 28 years old Christian Ozera was the epitome of sexiness: his muscles hard and lean from years of combat training packed onto his 6'3" body, his clothing style having not strayed from the all-black of his high school days and his gorgeous blue eyes and messy black hair completing the package. He was also very successful in life having created a multi-national business around a training academy for both Dhampir and Moroi.

Christian's smirk turned into a full-fledged smile as he saw his wife enter the room. Now if you thought 18 year old Rosemarie Hathaway was drop-dead gorgeous then the 28 year old Rose Ozera was the living embodiment of the word "goddess". Her mahogany hair had grown past her shoulders and her body was lithe from years of combat and had obtained even more generous curves; she was the perfect mixture of danger and sex appeal, making her one of the best and most dangerous Guardians in the world. Maria had certainly inherited her mother's most striking features: the auburn hair and fiery attitude and she would most likely grow into the same body shape as her as well. She had also inherited the most important feature from Christian: the Ozera-blue eyes. She was the couple's pride and joy and would definitely be an awesome teenager just like her parents.

"Well. Aren't you going to answer her?" He noticed the slight smile on Rose's face and remembered back to the day he had figured out that he loved her. "This will be one hell of a story to tell our kids someday." And boy had he been right. Christian grabbed his wife around the waist and pulled her down onto the couch with them, "Well, Maria, it all started when your mom caught the flu..."


Please review and tell me what you think! I hope you guys liked the last chapter! I may make a couple of one-shots based off of this so keep a lookout for them! ^^