A/N: This is the first Jolie story I've finished since November. LOL--well, that's not including the Nick/Nat story. Sigh. Natalie might need a man other than John--perhaps a nice straping blonde--hazel eyed male. Wait--am I talking about Nash or the character Nick I created. LOL. Anyways--thank you all for reading and enjoying my stories--it's always been a pleasure to get a review in my mailbox from one of you. And now, without further ado--the Epilogue to Breakaway. Until I finish another story--PCGirl.
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Natalie stood just inside the doors of the Hotel Del Coronado looking outside—she couldn't see him and the butterflies in her stomach were going nonstop.
"Are you ready sweetheart?" said Clint as he came up behind her.
"I think so—I wish these butterflies would calm down," she laughed, touching her stomach for more than one reason. The dress she'd picked had been candlewhite—not as stark with her hair and skin tone, but still perfect for a bride. It was a sleeveless, v-neck, sheath style—as Roxy said when she saw it on her for the first time—it showed off her curves.
She took her dad's arm and walked with him out onto the veranda and down the steps—when she saw John standing there at the other end she couldn't stop smiling—if someone had told her on that first day that it'd be him that she would be starting a family with and not Cristian she'd have told them they were crazy. But life pulls you in the direction it wants—takes you where you need to be. And she knew John's arms were exactly that place.
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"I'm surprised they let us slip out here so easily," said Natalie later as they stood on the beach as she and John watched the sunset in front of them.
"Well, it is our wedding day," he said as he nuzzled his way through her hair to find her neck and hiss it.
"True," she smiled as she put her hand on her stomach. "This morning when I woke up I wondered if the baby could feel them also."
"I'm sure she can," he whispered.
"You think it's a girl," she said, leaning her head back and looking up at him.
"Yeah, and she's going to as beautiful, stubborn, and headstrong as her mother," he said covering her mouth.
"They're going to be mad when they find out we didn't tell them today."
"Let them be mad—I kinda like the idea of keeping secrets," he grinned.
"John," she groaned.
"The good kind. Only the good kind from now on—I promise," he said.
They figured they'd live in San Diego for another six months to a year then go back to Llanview—but whenever they needed to breakaway this was where they'd do it. This is where they found and created a new life between the two of them. This was their paradise.