Of course I said yes to the proposal and a wedding was soon in the works. There was a lot to do and I wanted it to be perfect. Our first big decision as an engaged couple was to have the wedding after our second child was born.

The wedding was completely planned, I was just awaiting the pains of labor to set in. I was ready for this second child and only could see a happy future. Of course, I worried about the depression I had faced after the birth of little Emerson, but I could easily blame that on Mom’s passing. I gave birth to another son and named him Stanley. This little guy wasn’t like Emerson. He was ready for the world and was observant. He rarely cried.

The wedding came next and it was beautiful, just like I always dreamed of it being.

Aren was a nervous wreck and it took all of his power not to vomit while standing and waiting for me.

We exchanged rings and vows and walked away as husband and wife. I was going to  be the one to prove to the world that a Neverland could survive a marriage and be happy.

We took our honeymoon to France, and left Emerson and Stanley in the care of Roxanne, Khaled, and Melinda. We didn’t do too much on our honeymoon. We were occupied with each other and spent our time in our hotel, dining out, or shopping.

We were eager to get back home to our two boys. There were skills to teach and time to spend with them. I was proud to have them. Emerson was growing up way too fast, and so was his hair. Aren thought he was starting to look like a girl, so I trimmed it some. I can’t bear to cut it all off though.

Speaking of getting older, Aren aged up and into an elder. I didn’t mind being with an older man. He was the love of my life, whether he be 30 or 50.

I myself was getting older too. It wouldn’t be long until I hit 45. I joked with Aren, saying I would catch up to him some day.

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