Epilogue
March, 1948,
"Ma moitié," Violet turns and smiles at Sarjant as he walks into the garden with two glasses of champagne. "I was looking for you."
"Mmh," she walks towards him and reaches for a glass. "Thank you." They clink the glasses together and take a sip. "How's the party?"
"Nice." He states. "Well, your father and Mr. Solomons are arguing, but I think that's normal."
She nods. "Yes, that is correct."
"And your Aunt Rosemary threw a bottle at your Uncle Finn's head. So, I decided to come out and find you."
"What did he do now?"
Sarjant chuckled. "I couldn't swear to it in court, but I think his hand wasn't quite where she wanted it."
Violet shook her head before taking a sip of champagne. A lot had happened in one year, some of it bad, but most of it was good. Her younger brother, Thornton, had been hit by a car going to the cinema, killing him instantly. Everyone had taken his death so hard. His death was made even more bittersweet because it happened on the same day that Finn and Rosemary announced that they were pregnant. Rosemary gave birth to a little girl, who they named Bianca.
Cafa had started a successful business and Esther worked as his accountant, which she loved. They were engaged and planning on getting married in two years. Both fathers had been disappointed, but eventually gave up with the arguing. Cafa and Esther were both stubborn and creative people; she wagered it would be a good marriage. Phillip was waiting until after the wedding, then he was getting on a boat to Hollywood. Everyone had been disappointed, especially father and mother wasn't keen on one of her children being halfway around the world. However, Phillip wanted to work in the movies and he felt that Hollywood offered more than the studios in England did. Florica had taken up journalism and was making her mark on the world
Things had changed for the Solomons family as well. Eitan had resumed his career as a doctor and one of his first patients was an injured racecar driver by the name of Juliet Carlton. She'd been admitted with an open fracture in her right leg, her right side had been covered in second-degree burns, cuts and bruises. In addition, she also required surgery to have her spleen removed. However, that hadn't stopped her from getting into an argument with Eitan about his attitude. She was the complete opposite of Violet. She had her black hair cropped short and her eyes carried a warning that even Eitan heeded. Within six months, Eitan and Juliet had eloped and took a boat to Italy without saying a word to anyone. That set off a catastrophe as May called her father, who called Alfie and the two men had gone off to Italy to find them. They'd returned without finding them. When the two did come back, they came back with an orphaned baby boy that they'd adopted and Juliet was pregnant. May, Alfie and Alicia had been absolutely furious that they'd just run off without a word. But time made it clear that Eitan had finally found peace and his heart and soul were finally content.
Things had been difficult for her. When she showed her parents that she could move her foot, hysteria had broken in the house. Her father instantly employed the best doctors and physical therapists that money could buy. Sarjant put everything on hold to help her with her exercises. It took a while for her lazy muscles to strengthen and almost a year later; she could walk without much assistance. She had a limp, one of her legs was shorter than the other, but she was grateful to even walk at all. Sarjant proved himself to her father through his loving support. When she cried, he held her. When she gave up, he pushed her. She helped Sarjant with the estate as much as she could to take the weight off his shoulders. Angie, was his little angel. He'd fallen in love with her as if she were his own daughter. When Sarjant asked her if she'd allow him to adopt her, she cried. Her tears flowed harder when Angie called him 'Daddy,' in that moment. Sarjant managed to get a buddy of his to find a photograph of Angier so that Angie would always have a memento of her father.
And now, tomorrow was the wedding and she couldn't wait to begin her life with him.
Sarjant kissed her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I love you."
"I love you too."
He glances at his watch. "I suspect your family is going to looking for me shortly and say it's not proper for me to see you the night before the wedding."
Violet shakes her head. "I'm not one for superstition."
"Me neither, but it is a cute custom." she bites her lip and Sarjant lets out a sigh. "What's troubling you?"
"Nothing really. I just had a thought."
He nods. "Alright. Care to share?"
She hesitates. "Well, it's rather personal, you may not wish to answer it."
"My love," he assures her as he turns her towards him and pulls her close. "ask me anything you wish."
She hesitates before stating. "The mentions of customs made me think of something. Does it bother you, not being…my first?"
He shakes his head. "No. Because you're not my first, so neither of us have the right to judge. However, we're both going to be each other's lasts. As for not being the first," he arches a brow cockily. "we'll have plenty moments of our firsts together."
She laughs lightly. "Is that so, Mr. Allard?"
He nods. "Oh, definitely. There's the angry, makeup sex."
"Sarjant!" She blushed. After their first time having sex, they decided to wait until the wedding. Which, they ad manage to mostly do until valentine's day and their birthday's came around. Sarjant resisted on mother's day, because he said he didn't trust himself not to make her into a mother, again. Her father had overheard that and been thoroughly disgusted.
"Well, as your father likes to vulgarly put it, f**k you on the floor, against a wall or the table."
"Already tried it on the table."
He blinks. "Not with me, my love, I assure you of that, because the table isn't broken."
She laughs loudly as water fills her eyes. "Good God, Sarjant." He laughs at her facial expression. "You and your sense of humor."
"Another reason I love you," he explains. "I've never been a funny man. I like that you think I'm funny and I can make you laugh." He ponders again. "But as to your question, I won't mind because I'll have plenty of firsts with you."
She arches a brow as she drapes her arms around his neck. "Is that so? Tell me some of them."
He pondered for a moment before stating. "I got to see you take your first steps again. Tomorrow, I will be the first man to see you in white as you walk down the aisle towards me. Maybe, I'll be the first man to give you a son. There'll be many things that you will give to me that will be a first for me as well. You'll be the first woman to give me a child. The first woman I'll have married. There'll be lots of firsts for us. But I don't want to count those moments, I want to live those moments."
"As do I." She leaned forward to kiss him. "And I can't wait to start living a life with you in it."
Sarjant kissed her tenderly before breaking the kiss to take her hand. As they walked towards the house, they both stopped to watch a falling star. "Make a wish on it, my love."
She shakes her head. "No need, I have everything I've ever wanted or could ask for right here."
He smiles. "As have I."
