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EPILOGUE
"YOU'RE GOING DOWN MR. ORSINO!" Viola yelled across the field.
"CORRECTION: YOU'RE GOING DOWN MS. HASTINGS- I MEAN MRS. ORSINO!"
Honeymoon time and they were still playing soccer. Early morning soccer, then brunch, more soccer, maybe some swimming then dinner and more soccer. It was kind of odd how much soccer they could play in one day. And they never got bored of it.
Viola glanced down at her left hand and smiled. There was her gigantic engagement ring and simple but beautiful wedding ring, both that shined in the morning sun. She snapped back from her little world and ran out to get the ball before Duke.
ONE WEEK EARLIER:
Viola managed to wriggle into some skinny jeans before struggling to get a top on. They were headed towards the airport and Viola didn't want to show up in her wedding dress. Duke was laughing as the figure next to him was covered in all sorts of layers.
"Don't laugh," Viola complained, smoothing down the wedding dress so she could breathe. Her hair was all poofed and messed up. "Shoes," she muttered. "Shoes. Shoes." She started searching for shoes.
"Maybe they're in your um... dress," Duke suggested laughing.
"Very funny. Damn. I'll just stay in the ones from the wedding."
AFTER THE HONEYMOON
"Hope you took lots of pictures," Toby said when Viola and Duke got home. A group wedding present from Toby, Andrew and Justin was they hired a interior designer and set up an entire apartment for them. It looked great.
"Why?" Viola asked.
"Cuz," Andrew said. "People are willing to pay lots of money for exclusive, never-before-seen pictures of the newlyweds."
Duke punched Andrew in the shoulder. "Yes the reason we had a very PRIVATE wedding was so that we could have our friends sell pictures to tabloids. Nice."
"Course we wouldn't do that," Justin laughed. "But you guys and your whole "let's keep it to ourselves" plan just made people want them even more. You guys had like the most anticipated wedding and to say it's private... geez."
ONE YEAR LATER
"So do you plan to continue soccer after the birth?" the reporter asked Viola.
"Yep. That's the plan. I might lay off a bit but I'd like to manage a career and child all at the same time," Viola said prouldy.
THREE MONTHS AFTER THAT
"So when can I see my granddaughter?"
"Mom," Viola complained. "It's going to be a boy! We told you that already!"
"You can't be sure until the baby arrives! Those high tech things don't work! I thought Sebastian was going to be a girl but he turned out male as ever!"
"Sure he did," Viola muttered.
ONE WEEK LATER
"Aww. He looks just like his father," Olivia whispered. Viola smiled.
"Yep. We're calling him Edward Duke Orsino."
"Nice name," Sebastian commented.
"Yeah. I was all the brains behind it," Duke announced.
"Shut up!" Viola said playfully. "We knew it was going to be Something Duke Orsino. You flipped open the name book and chose a random name! Lucky you it was a good one."
FIVE YEARS LATER
"Oh my god," a fifth grade boy said as he approached Edward in the playground. "Do you have any idea who your parents are?"
"Mommy and Dad?"
"You're parents are like the greatest soccer players ever."
"Really? Wow."
TWO YEARS LATER
"What's wrong? Why aren't you practicing with your team?" Viola asked her seven-year old son.
"They said I'm bad at soccer."
"Impossible!" Duke exclaimed. Viola nudged him. "What? With a father like me, I'm suprised. And with a mother like you," he added at the look on Viola's face.
"You are good. It takes practice."
"They say I'm only on the team because of you."
"WHAT? Hold on. I'm going to go talk to your coach."
REST OF THEIR LIVES
They lived happily ever after
there you go. a completed fanfiction.
thank you to all who stood by me these months.
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