*sigh* I know, I know. Late again. I just... I never felt like this chapter was good enough for publishing. I felt like I needed to end it big and epically, and I still think that, but I didn't think I managed to do that. You guys have been awesome so you deserve an awesome finish.
Bleh... I'll let you be the judge of how this is.
So, this chapter is an epilogue of sorts from Will's point of view. He talks briefly about the most important occasions of their lives. Don't be shocked that it runs swiftly through their years together.
I hope you gave you perverts enough p0rn to base your dreams on.
Previously on Bittersweet: Charlotte came back and Lizzy told her everything about Will and herself. Will realises he's in love with his Ben so he acts distant, but not to worry, it's all good. In the end, the confess their mutual love of yogurt.
Chapter 22 – Last
"Alright baby! Let's get nakeeeeeeed!"
Ben stood by her bed with a silly grin on her face. She was wearing a floral summer dress that I couldn't wait to remove off her beautiful body. She eyed my shirtless one with an appreciative smile.
"Elizabeth, please stop saying things like that when I'm trying to love you up."
"Fitzwilliam, please do not call me by that name when I'm trying to seduce you," Ben matched my tone of voice. "You sound like my parents. And I don't want to think about my parents when we're doing things like this."
A realisation dawned on me. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed and covered my mouth with my hand. "Your parents will kill me."
Ben rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a drama queen. They'll probably just cut off your 'little Willy'."
I narrowed my eyes. "Please don't call my penis that if you want to get into my pants."
"Take 'em off, baby!"
I still held up my pants, worried about what would happen if they would finally be dropped. "Sometimes I wonder why I love you."
"It's too late to turn back now, babe. Show me your little one."
This conversation about my penis continued for a while. When she finally agreed to stop calling it things like wiener, princess, love tool, magic sword and smurf, I removed my pants and my boxers shortly followed. She looked me over appreciatively and I felt a mixture of pride and embarrassment. My embarrassment went to a whole different level when she started giggling.
"What on earth can be so funny when I'm standing naked in front of you?"
She continued to giggle and I noticed she was blushing quite furiously. "You have a penis."
"Really?" I said sarcastically. "I did not know that. It's not like it has been stuck on me for nineteen years. This realisation really comes as a shock to me."
I walked closer to her and started undressing her. She was blushing demurelybut allowed me to remove her clothes. It was not the first time I had seen her naked, but that night was different. That night we made love for the very first time.
Our clothes were scattered on the floor and she lay on the bed, completely naked. God, she's beautiful. I crawled on top of her and rested between her thighs. I stroked her face softly and kissed her lightly on the lips. I could tell she was nervous, as was I. I kissed her a little more passionately and she seemed to calm down a little. "I love you," I whispered close to her ear. She shivered and moaned as I kissed her neck.
As I moved a little further down, I heard her moan, "Love you."
I smiled against her skin and continued with my explorations.
When we had reached the age of 21, I decided it was time for us to take the next step in our relationship. I knew we were very young and it might be a little early for that, but I knew that Ben was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
"You're proposing?" Charlie asked.
"Yup," I said, excited. I couldn't stop smiling, I was too happy.
"Dude, that's great," Charlie said with a large smile. "I'm so happy for you, man. Have you decided when you're going to do it?"
"No. I'll just do it whenever the time is right." I looked at my best friend and couldn't contain another smile. "You'll help me, won't you? Pick out a ring?"
"Of course," he responded with a larger smile than before, if possible. "But only if you help me pick one for Jane."
He too had been thinking about proposing but claimed not to have had the guts. Not until I approached him. I was glad I did. There was no one else I would rather go jewellery shopping with than him. So, we went together to pick out the rings, smiling like idiots and wanting to scream out from excitement. We both realised that we were acting like two teenage girls for prom but we didn't care. We were proposing to the women we loved.
We decided on an evening and made plans for it to be perfect. We made the girls dinner at our separate homes, opened a bottle of champagne, lit some candles and trailed the way to our beds with rose petals.
We thought of everything and our plan seemed perfect. But (and this is a big 'but') we forgot to think of how to actually pop the question, and how the girls might react to our sudden turn into romantics.
Jane, for one, loved it. She was surprised, but she loved being pampered by Charlie like that.
But unfortunately, Charlie's nervous nature got a hold of him and he ended up drinking a lot more than he should have. A whole lot more.
"Baabyy," he slurred, "we've been (hic) together for the long(hic)est time. I think (hic) it's time we took our relation(hic) to the next level."
"Charlie, I think you should go to bed," Jane said and tried to help him get there.
"I would love to take you (hic) to bed," he said and gave her a strange smile, which I think he considered sexy at the time. He now looks back at it with abhorrence.
Jane helped him into bed and covered him with the duvet.
"Goodnight, Charlie," she said and kissed his nose.
"Marry me, Janie," Charlie said right before he fell into a deep slumber.
Charlie facepalmed himself every day after that. He was so embarrassed and didn't dare to try again for almost a week. I forced him to try without the alcohol. He complied and shortly after that they were engaged.
I don't know exactly how he delivered the second proposal. He said something about a washing machine and not doing the laundry while wiggling his eyebrows. I stopped listening then.
Ben and I had a different story. As I stated before, I had planned for everything to be special and romantic. But with Ben, romance can be hard. I knew from the start that she wasn't the romantic type, but honestly. When a guy makes you a meal at his home, wearing a suit, lights candles and puts rose peddles on the bed, wouldn't you find it romantic?
Not Ben. She liked the meal, and she loved the suit – this she demonstrated to me quite amply afterwards. The candles were a problem since fire freaks her out – this I had completely forgotten – and there was nothing more corny to her than rose petals.
So, obviously, things didn't go as I planned.
Everything I did that night seemed to freak her out or annoy her in some way. So, we ended up having a small argument. After assuring her that I wasn't dying or breaking up with her, I explained myself.
"I just wanted to make tonight special," I said.
"Why? Is it our anniversary, or something?"
I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples with the tips of my fingers.
It came as no surprise to me that she didn't remember when our anniversary was, but it shocked me how clueless she was. I couldn't believe that a smart woman like her couldn't see why I was going out of my way to make this evening special.
Even though the moment didn't feel as right as earlier that evening, I got down on one knee.
She gasped and backed up a little. "What are you doing?"
I crawled (yes, I crawled. No laughing is allowed!) the small distance to her and took her hands in mine. I looked into those beautiful green eyes of hers and asked, "Will you marry me?"
Tears started forming in said beautiful green eyes. She didn't seem to be able to reply, but the nodding of her head sufficed.
Three years later, we were married. We were in no real hurry to 'get hitched'. We were young and fresh out of university when we finally said our wows.
Charlie was, of course, the best man at our wedding. He tried keeping me nerved but he wasn't all that calm himself. He was shaking and his palms were sweaty.
"Why on earth are you nervous?" I exclaimed as he used his shaky fingers to fix my tie. "You're not the one who's getting married today."
"I don't know what's wrong with me," he said. "I think it's just... You're my best friend, and I love you. And you're getting married, for God's sake. It's an important moment of your life, and it's important to me too."
"Leave it to you to get sentimental right before I take my wows," I said smiling. "Stop it now," I said and slapped his chest playfully, "I might ruin my make up."
He chuckled and managed to calm down enough not to fidget while he stood next to me as Ben walked down the aisle. She looked beautiful in her white, full length wedding gown. It was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. I know I probably should have paid more attention to her dress, but all I could see was her beautiful face. And, as she moved closer, her beautiful green eyes. She mouthed, "I love you," when our hands touched. I whispered the same as we walked together towards the priest.
"We have gathered here today..."
The priest's voice faded out. All I could focus on was the fact that I was marrying the woman I loved. This beautiful woman. This woman who loved me. Who had loved me all along... scratch that... who had loved me almost all along, apart from years of misunderstandings and, well, stubborn hate. All of this didn't matter because she loved me now. And we were about to get married.
"I do," Ben's soft voice broke my reverie.
The priest then turned to me and asked me the same question. Before he could even finish, I answered, "I do."
The guests chuckled quietly, as did Ben and the priest. I couldn't contain my excitement to marry her, and neither could I contain a smile.
After the ceremony, there was the party. I wanted nothing more than to take Ben away and take that beautiful dress of hers off, but I supposed it wasn't the proper thing to do at our own wedding party.
We had our first dance as husband and wife. We had both, albeit reluctantly, started taking dance lessons a few weeks earlier. Thankfully, no insults passed between us and there was no stepping on toes. On purpose, at least.
After we had danced for a while, other couples gathered on the dance floor. Ben looked relieved that the attention wasn't on us anymore. But she didn't mind my attention. In fact, she rejoiced in it. I could hardly look away, but I forced myself to. If I was going to bear the night, I would have to look at something, anything, but that beautiful bride of mine.
I saw Charlie dancing with Jane. He looked awkward and kept stepping on toes, both hers and his own, but Jane laughed through it. They really seemed to be in love. I was happy for them both, and I was happy that they were both there to share this special day of Ben's and my life.
My cousin Richard (you probably don't remember him, do you?) danced with Charlotte. He had his charm on and Charlotte seemed to be falling. I prayed he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. She had grown to be a friend of mine through the years and I would never have wanted any harm to come to her. I loved my cousin, but he could be... how do I put this? A bastard?
Ben's parents danced together, and so did mine. Kitty looked horrified while dancing with some old man I had never seen before in my life. To this day, we have no idea who that man was.
Georgie was there too, dancing with her boyfriend, Bellarmine. Pfft. What a stupid name.
Am I protective of my sister? Perhaps.
She's too young to have a boyfriend.
What a stupid name, Bellarmine.
"Don't look like that, Will," Ben said. I realised I was scowling. "Bellar might think you're not that fond of him."
"It's better for him if he knows the truth. I would certainly not want to live a life of lies."
She rolled her eyes with a chuckle.
After the party, I finally got my wish. I got to remove that dress off her perfect body. This, however, proved to be a harder task than I had expected. The zipper was incredibly hard to get down, and when that was over, the dress was impossible to take off.
"Damn it!" I exclaimed, not for the first time that night, as I tried to tug her dress down. She suggested we'd try to pull it up but that wasn't a success either. At last, we gave up. We dropped ourselves down on the enormous bed with a huff.
"I blame mom," Ben said. "She's the one who told me to get this dress."
"It's a beautiful dress, love."
"I know and I love it. But the one I was going to choose was much easier to remove."
My face betrayed a hint of a smile. "I should have known your perverted intentions from the start."
She wiggled her eyebrows and we shared a laugh.
"Hey, Will," she said after a moment of silence. "We're married."
"I know," I said with a large grin. "Mrs. Darcy."
I saw her smile brightly. "I love the sound of that. And I love you."
"I love you, too."
I leaned in and kissed her. This small kiss escalated into something more and soon we were back at trying to peel off her dress. This time we succeeded, thank God, and she lay completely naked beside me. I looked over her body, touching her with the tips of my fingers, and couldn't believe how lucky I was to have her.
I'm not going to give you perverts the satisfaction of knowing what happened next. Maybe I should stop here and start talking of other things. Hmm...
Look over there. A bird. Look at the bird. Such a pretty bird. Oooh! It's flying! It's a pretty, flying bird!
Alright, weird moment over. Let's get serious here.
Charlotte and Richard did hook up on our wedding day but it never got serious. A few years later, Charlotte later got drunk in Vegas and married a guy Jane had once dated. I think his name was Billy, or something like that. Anyways, they got divorced after about three days of marriage and she hasn't spoken to her ex-husband since then. She and Richard happened to meet again somewhere down town and ended up sleeping together... again. They've remained friends, and occasionally sleep together, but nothing more than that. Neither of them really wants to settle down, and both of them like the "benefits" of their friendship. Richard often tells me about their liaisons, though I try to avoid those conversations, and Charlotte tells Ben about them as well. Ben is, however, more willing to participate in those conversations than I am. In fact, she enjoys them immensely.
Jane and Charlie had gotten married shortly after his successful proposal and a year after that they welcomed little Emilia Bingley into the world. Emma had her mother's blue eyes and blonde hair, and her father's quirky sense of humour. She was adored by us all, and spoiled rotten. She was later joined by Henry, and William – named after yours truly – quickly followed him. Ben and I in turn named our eldest child after Charlie. Well, sort of.
Little miss Charlotte Anne Darcy, affectionately known as Charlie, came into the world a little after a year into our marriage. When Ben found out she was expecting, she panicked. It wasn't that she was unhappy with the idea of having a child, she was simply scared shitless.
"Come on, Will. I'm not fit to be a mother. I can't keep a plant alive! I managed to kill a cactus. A cactus! How can I be a good mother if I can't even keep a cactus alive for more than three days?"
"Sweetheart, you'll be a great mother. And it's not like you'll have to raise this baby alone. I'm here and I'll never leave you. I know we can do this together."
I wasn't wrong. Sure, we made mistakes, as all parents do, but I think we managed well.
I still remember how it felt to hold Charlie in my arms for the very first time. She was so small, so fragile, so perfect. The most beautiful thing I had ever created. A spitting image of her mother and, like her mother, knew the right buttons to push to get her way.
I remember looking at Ben as I held little Charlie. She looked tired but so very content. She smiled, tears filling her eyes. I couldn't help but lean down and press my lips to hers. She fell asleep as I hummed to little Charlotte. Charlie, however, didn't sleep. She didn't cry or make a fuss, she just stared at me. I think she was trying to figure out who the hell I was.
Two years after we had Charlie, Thomas Bennet Darcy was born. I will never forget seeing him for the first time. Charlie had been small, but that was nothing compared to Tommy. He had been born almost two months ahead of time and we worried for his life. We worried that he wouldn't truly recover but he was a fighter. Or maybe he was simply like his parents, i.e. stubborn.
"I love that he looks like you, but I hope he didn't inherit your foul temper."
We were standing together by Tommy's incubator, watching him sleep. It was true, he looked like me. He had my dimples and his eyes seemed to be dark. At that moment he was connected to many kinds of tubes and it saddened both of us, though we rarely admitted so aloud.
"Hey! I resent that," I said. "I'm a lovely person. I'm funny, charming, good-looking and very nice tempered."
She guffawed. "Don't kid yourself, Will. You're the reason I hated you for most of my childhood. Just because you didn't like dancing."
"You were the one who stepped on my toes and therefore you were the reason I hated you for most of my childhood."
"Give me a break!" she snorted. "You loved me, always."
I had loved her. Always.
And I would love her, always.
I put my arm around her and kissed her cheek, looking down on our baby boy sleeping. We had gone through so much together, our lives were filled with bittersweet memories and these were the moments that made it all worth it.
I looked up "wedding dress" and Google suggested "wedding dress for men". I got excited and thought there would be pictures of men in dresses, but no. Just suits and tuxedos :( There was however one picture of a man in a wedding dress, and he looked smexeh!
You can check my profile for a picture of Lizzy's dress, as well as the dude's.
Please be honest about what you think about this chapter. Don't be afraid to hurt my feelings or anything. Just please tell me the truth. Please.
Big thanks and kisses to Nada and Kete. You're awesome!
And a big thank you to all of you for reading and reviewing. It means a lot to me. You all mean a lot to me. I love you, goodbye.