anexandra - Thanks, hon. You'll have to see how it turns out. It could be good, you know! :)
Shawntail - Did I wait too long? ;) Yeah, I'm super glad The Source is finally gone. ...or is he? :o Hehe, thanks, dear, for the review!
2014NickiandVicki - Yeah, me too! :) It's a shame they didn't get there sooner though. :( Thank you!
The last chapter. What're the last thoughts? Any new surprises? Oh, I don't know. ;p Read and find out, why don't you!
Enjoy!
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It's been a month after the death of The Source.
I spent weeks in bed "grieving". That's what the sisters thought, at least. I did have a weight placed on my heart thanks to my father, but it wasn't because of his loss. I was glad that bastard was finally dead. The weight was thanks to his dirty deed. The sick feeling I had in my stomach was his doing. I just had to wait to find out if his words were true. Maybe it wasn't really inside me, growing and developing. Maybe, I kept saying to myself, but there's only so many times you can say that word until it doesn't have meaning anymore.
Every time I saw the Halliwell sisters, pictures ran through my mind dealing with my assault, but I never told Prue or her sisters about what happened in the Underworld. They only think I was stuck there until they came to vanquish my father. I did tell them that he told me about how Jarrod had been watching us -- Prue and me mostly -- and that The Source was disappointed in me. Lying, I told them that I had no idea what else he'd been planning for me... But what they didn't know: I was already starting to feel it.
Prue and I decided to take our relationship slower, thankfully for me. I was desperately praying that she never had to find out about anything that happened that night with him, and if she and I were making love, I was sure she would've picked up something. We still kiss and cuddle, and she's so gentle... I almost forget about that night. Almost.
She's forgiven me for coming to her as part of a task. I retold the story of how my father wanted me to seduce her -- when I explained this, Prue couldn't help but smile -- and that I fell in love.
Back to the present day: Piper and Leo's wedding. They decided to do it now because they wanted to put some happiness back into the air. I hoped I wasn't being too depressed about everything, but I must've looked as unhappy as I felt.
I stood inside the bathroom, holding a small package in my hands, rereading the directions over and over again. I waited anxiously for five minutes and couldn't help but glance at the stick every other second. I sat down onto the toilet, careful not to put any wrinkles or creases into my magenta-colored dress. Five minutes passed by slowly; my heart was beating rapidly with each passing second. I grabbed the stick and looked at the directions. Uncolored means... Colored means...
"Delilah?"
Jumping in fright, I nearly threw the test out the window. "Yeah?" I said quietly with a sigh.
"Can I come in?"
I pushed the stick into the garbage along with the other plastic that came with it, then stuffed down piles of toilet paper so that the test was hidden. "Yeah," I called, smoothing out my dress with haste.
Long, brunette hair flowed along her shoulders, hiding the similar pink straps I also had. Her green eyes were curious, concerned. "Hey, are you ready?" Prue asked, reaching out to grab my hands.
Smiling slightly, I apologized, "Yeah, sorry. I kinda just... got wrapped up in thoughts up here."
"The bathroom is a good thinking space," Prue joked, baring the smirk I adore. I blushed a little, the color matching my dress. "Guess what?" she asked, her face glowing with excitement. "My mom is here."
My face scrunched in confusion. "I thought you said she was... dead?"
"Well she was... is. But The Elders, Leo's bosses, allowed her to come here for Piper and Leo's wedding!" she cried ecstatically. "Do you want to go meet her?"
Nodding shyly, I said "yes," and Prue led me down the stairs.
There stood Cole and Phoebe beside a large archway, talking and romantically gazing at one another. Leo, dressed in a nice tuxedo, looked so happy as he stood under the arch along with an older woman that I met at the rehearsal dinner last night, the sisters' grandmother they called Grams. Grams was (literally) glowing as she talked to a woman in front of her, whose long, golden hair I could only see. Grams must've motioned to the woman that Prue and I had come into vision, for she turned around and smiled. She looked so much like all three of the sisters, so beautiful.
"Mom, this is Delilah," Prue said happily.
"I know," she said, smiling a sweet, caring smile. I gave her a funny look, curious to know how she already knew me; Prue's look was similar to mine. "I've watched you, Prue, and I can see how happy Delilah makes you," she said to both of us. Then she turned to only me. "Delilah, you've been through a lot, haven't you?"
My heart was tickling my throat and my eyes were suddenly heavy. I nodded in response to her question.
"So has Prue." Prue tightened her hold on my hand and offered a gentle smile. "You make each other whole. And strong. Don't let go of what you have... before it's too late." I saw her look over to Victor, the girls' father, whom I'd also met last night. He was standing beside the kitchen entrance, white with shock. It was obvious to me that he was astounded that his dead ex-wife was suddenly before him looking very much alive.
"I won't let her go," I promised Prue's mother.
She smiled and asked, "Would you like a hug?"
I nodded innocently and let go of Prue's hand. I embraced with her mother. She was warm and delicate... like a mother, someone I've never met before. Prue looked on with an affectionate smile, her eyes glazing over with tears of happiness. I let go and wiped away a tear from my cheek. Laughing quietly, I apologized, "I'm sorry."
The woman smiled.
"Places!" Grams shouted from under the arch. "Patty, you stand over here, and Victor -- oh, get over it now -- you go by the stairs."
Prue and I smirked a little and stood next to Phoebe, who was by herself since Cole had to stand on the opposite side. Leo still stood proudly in front of Grams, awaiting the sight of his wife-to-be. Victor was still getting over the shock, which made Patty's smile brighten.
Grams used her power to turn on the stereo and play a beautiful song that led to Piper's entrance. Piper came down the stairs and looked absolutely magnificent. Her hair was beautifully done, her brunette locks curled at the ends; her dress was white and flowing; her face was glistening with joy. She locked arms with her father, who got over the amazement for this brief moment, and strolled down gracefully toward Leo. Piper cast glances to each of us, her smiling enlightening all of us even more. She was finally getting her wish.
Leo and Piper stood up there, the atmosphere filled with love. Prue took my hand gently, caressing my flesh with her thumb. I smiled at her while I watched the couple become bound together in marriage.
Together Piper and Leo recited: "Heart to thee, body to thee, always and forever, so mote it be."
"So mote it be," Grams repeated.
"So mote it be," said the rest of us.
With a grin, Grams added to Leo, "You may kiss the bride." Leo leaned in to kiss Piper, while the rest of us clapped and smiled.
Prue walked behind me and wrapped her arms across my middle. She rested her head upon my shoulder. "I love you," she whispered sweetly, nuzzling into my neck.
Smiling weakly, I whispered back, "I love you, too." The pit in my stomach churned as she rested her hands over my abdomen. The sick, icy, disgusting words of my father echoed continuously inside my mind:
"This is just the beginning, Delilah." "This is just the beginning, Delilah." "This is just the beginning, Delilah."
I swallowed a sob as quietly as I could; Prue didn't take notice. I placed my hands over hers, over my stomach, over the child that was slowly growing inside of it, and I held onto Prue... and held on tight.
"This is just the beginning, Delilah."
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That is the end, my dears. Happy? Unhappy? Pissed? Um... indifferent? Haha, let me know!
I hope you enjoyed the story as a whole. I hope you liked Delilah! She's kind of a doll, isn't she? A very abused doll, unfortunately, but Prue's her strength and safety. Aren't they a great match? :)
So I'd love some feedback not just for the chapter, but for the entire story, if you could. :)
p.s. -- ...there's a sequel. :o
I wonder if anyone wanted one? Haha, but if you don't, and would rather I just ended the story right here, I don't have to post it, promise. It's all up to YOU. Please let me know! :)
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