Chapter Fourteen
(Epilogue!)
"Syd," Piper laughed, "How could you have put up with that for three years."
"Lots of patience," I muttered, staring at the stage from our usual table.
"Obviously," she giggled, "God that was inhuman!" Jaws had hit a note that was not known to be hit . . . for men. He grinned over at me and I smiled.
"How's the King of Queens?"
"That's contradictory," he laughed, slinging his arm over my shoulder after he sat next to me.
"I can't believe it's been five years," Piper muttered, looking around the restaurant, "It's been five full years?"
"Yup, but I don't understand why we celebrate it."
"You were a great leader," Jaws stated, "Like I said you'd be."
"But only for three years."
"Then it's a celebration for both of you," Race laughed, playing with the sliver wedding band on Piper's hand, "You both pulled Queens out of the slums."
"But," Piper bit her lip, looking at Racetrack who smiled gently, "it's also something else."
"Oh god, you're moving aren't you?" I looked at her husband accusingly.
"No," Race smiled at me and I sighed, relieved, looking back at Piper who rested a hand on her stomach, "Andrea's pregnant."
"Ah! Piper I'm so happy for you!" I screamed, crushing her with a hug, "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"We wanted to tell everyone together," she smiled.
"Well, I have the perfect gift," I grinned and she laughed, gesturing to the stage, "Just for you."
"Go for it." I nodded and I pushed my way through the crowd of dancers, up to the stage.
"Hey everyone, long time no see," I laughed at the sudden applause, "Well, this one's for my best friend. We've been through everything together but now, she's embarking on a journey by herself. Congrats Piper." She smiled, leaning against Racetrack. "This song, I sung on my first night here and it's when we met. Hope it brings you back as memories as it does me:
Phones were ringing, tongues were wagging
Hot gossip was flying
All around town
She heard the talk, the lowdown was
The shameless color of
Her wedding gown
It's white
I mean really who's she trying to kid
Everybody knows the things she did
It just isn't right
Won't that be a sight
To see her wearing white
She was wild, a wayward child
To put it mildly
She made her life a mess
But she was young, the past is done
Now she's in love
And putting on a new dress,"
I looked towards the door and smiled when I saw Spot standing there, smiling up at me.
"It's white
And it's nobody's business what she wears
Anyway the truth is she don't care
Baby it's her life
She'll do what she likes
And she likes wearing white
He's all nerves when he sees her
As far as he's concerned
She's an angel,"
He moved closer to the stage, jerking his head to the stairs and I nodded softly. I saw his eyes light up slightly and was barely able to finish.
"In white
He just can't believe that she is his
What a crazy miracle this is
Who she was he don't mind '
Cause on their wedding night
She'll be wearing white
She'll be wearing white
She'll be wearing white."
The scream of approval from Piper was deafening. Race looked at her, slightly shocked such a loud sound had come from her but I laughed, waving to the audience, and climbed down the stairs, where Spot was waiting, grinning. "Hey you."
"Hi," I smiled slightly, "I thought you couldn't come."
"Change of plans," he shrugged, reaching into his pockets.
"What kind of change?" I asked, raising a curious eyebrow but he produced a small black box, "Spot-."
"Just let me get this out," he knew what I was going to say; I nodded, "Syd, since I met you, I've known you were different. I mean, within the first two months we knew each other, you completely changed my views on fighting." I laughed slightly at this, seeing his eyes smile, which sent chills down my spine. "You're the most amazing person I've ever met, Syd, I don't ever want to lose you-."
"And you wont," I assured him, "Spot, you don't have to do this-."
"I want to Sydney," he smiled, "I want to wake up to you every morning and smell you on my clothes, I want everyone to see you're mine instead of sneaking around. I'm ready Syd. I want you to be mine and I'll be yours." He knelt down and my vision blurred from the water wanting to escape. He was really doing it, he really did want to. "Will you marry me Sydney-Rae?"
"You seriously had to ask?" I sniffed, feeling the tears prickle down and I pulled him up into my arms, hearing him laugh slightly, "I love you Spot Conlon."
"And I you," he smiled, kissing me.
"What about Brooklyn though?"
"Metal," he pulled me in again and sighed when I pulled back again.
"You can visit if you want to."
"If things need to be fixed, I will, but Sydney, get over here. We couldn't see each other all week cause I was helping Metal. I've missed you." I laughed softly, wrapping my arms around his neck and softly kissed him. "I don't know what you do to me woman."
"But you wouldn't change me if you could," I smiled.
"Not even if I wanted to," he smirked, resting his forehead on mine, "You're perfect. You're my perfect. Made just for me and I'm not sharing."
"I don't plan on sharing you either bud," I informed him, kissing him, "I love you and that's enough."
"It is," he nodded, "You're all I need and you're all I want. You're my perfect amount of happiness. It's gonna last a lifetime."
"Sure will," I smiled, "I love you Spot."
"I love you too Syd, never doubt it." Guess he's not as cold as I thought.
THE END
