A Heart That Was Made to Beat
By Mad Meg Askevron
Chapter Four
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Epilogue: Bells
Dorothy and Roger walked through the spring rain holding hands. Roger held an umbrella over their heads to keep Dorothy's new black dress from getting wet. It was mid-calf length and had a high neck coated with white lace almost to the shoulders. At the hollow of her neck was her silver locket.
They walked to the restaurant and handed the man their coats. Their booth in the back was almost completely out of sight. The enjoyed a beautiful dinner and when dessert came around Roger started to blush.
"I wanted somewhere more private but this will have to do." He slipped out of his seat and over to her side, he kneeled and Dorothy's eyes were growing large. "Dorothy Wayneright, will you be the mother of my children and be my wife?" He held out a star shaped engagement ring. Dorothy laughed softly and kissed him. He slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her again.
A smiling waiter came and brought them a complimentary slice of their famous cake.
Dorothy stood in the brides' room of the little chapel standing before a mirror with Angel. Angel wasn't bitter about Roger loving Dorothy; in fact Angel herself was engaged to Beck. Dorothy and Told Roger the news in the privacy of their mansion and he laughed outrageously. Beck had changed his ways and so had Angel; it didn't disputed that Angel might not be "technically" a human, Beck just didn't care.
Dorothy wore the dress she had been in when Roger had saved her along with a bouquet of lilies that dipped from her hands tied together with a sage ribbon. When Roger asked her why she didn't just want a new dress she said:
"I found a picture in Agamemnon's mansion of my mother on her wedding day and she was wearing that dress and a bouquet of lilies and I saw just how much I look like her, except for my eyes we could have been twins." Roger had just nodded in understanding.
Norman knocked on the door and asked if he could have the honor of placing her veil on Dorothy. As it rest on her head he placed a little pearl tiara on her head, she instantly recognized it as her mother's.
"Your father saw the announcement in the paper about your wedding and asked me to give this to you." She nodded and Norman crowned her. Angel smiled her dress of purple silk swirling like leaves on the wind. Angel led the way as Norman took Dorothy's arm and walked her down the aisle.
Roger stood on the balcony in his white shirt and black slacks watching the sunrise while drinking his coffee.
"Roger?" Dorothy poked her head around the door and he smiled. She stood next to him and he wrapped his strong arms, his large hands resting over her vastly enlarged stomach, caressing its growth. "Not long, my handsome husband, not long."
End of Part I
Bows Ad dui, mis amis, bon qui, bon qui, to you all.