This is the final chapter, but there is an epilogue. Wrote this when I was twelve.
xXx
"HOLY SHIT I'M PREGNANT!"
This just made me laugh even harder. Spirit glared at me.
"Really dear, couldn't you think of something more constructive to say?"
Oh, the look he was giving me now.
"Come on. We need to get you to a doctor."
"Wait! I'm a guy. Where the hell is this thing gonna come out of?!"
Renko looked him straight in the face and said,
"That's easy. Your ass."
So, with my fiancé now frozen with fear, we left for the doctors.
xXx (It's Christmas now.) (Makka's POV)
"Perfect!"
I had set up mistletoe so that when my dad walks in the door and Stein comes to greet him, they'll be forced to kiss. Renko, of course, was no where to be found. Now, this little mistletoe idea was regrettable. Don't get me wrong, it worked perfectly, but that's not why. As soon as the kissed, Stein carried Spirit bridal style to their room. So, I went out, got dinner, and completely forgot about it. Renko had been waiting for me to get back. As soon as I came in the door, she jumped up and glomped onto me. I blushed, remembering that the mistletoe was still there. She realised it too, and pecked me on the lips. She smelled like chocolate, and I know it's wrong, but I can't say it didn't feel good.
Later that night, we opened our presents.
Our dads, of course, got each other rings. I got a new book from Stein and an IOU from dad. Renko got a pair of bolt earrings from her dad, a great translation of Dante's Divine Comedy from me, and another IOU. Renko then disappeared and came back with three beautifully wrapped gifts. I received a gorgeous rose-gold locket, Stein got a t-shirt that said: You're lucky you're boring or else I'd dissect you, and my dad got maternity tops. We all laughed at the last one, except my dad, who just sat there blushing.
xXx (It's their wedding day)
"Do you, Franken, take Spirit to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?"
"I do!"
"And do you, Spirit, take Franken to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?"
"Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and, erm, husband. You may kiss the, er, husband."
And what a kiss it was. I even took a picture. Renko had brought out a huge box and slid it open. A thousand little white paper cranes seemed to fly out of it. They looked like a cloud. Two little gold dots danced among them, eventually landing in the hands of the newly weds. On the right wing of each crane was a blessing:
I hope our love
Will carry far
Brighter than the
Evening star
For I entrust
My soul to you
When I say those words
'I do'