Without Her

Chapter 30 - March 31st

The weeks had flown past and it was now March 31st, the day of their wedding.

Jac was getting ready at home with Sacha, Emma, Harriet and Elliot.

"Are you sure, you don't want anyone else to come?" Sacha asks, sitting beside her.

"I don't want this wedding to be the biggest thing of the century, I just want something quiet."

"Well I mean, it's also your birthday today." Sacha smiles.

"Thanks for reminding me, that I'm older."

"That's what I'm good for, come on you need to get dressed or we'll be late." He says, standing up.

"Jac Naylor is never late." She says, standing up.

Jac walks into the bathroom and starts to get changed.

Elliot walks into the room, with Emma and Harriet.

"Hey, you two!" Sacha says, cuddling Emma as she runs up to him.

"Wow, you've both grown so much again." He smiles, as Elliot holds Harriet in his arms.

"Emma, I love the dress you're wearing."

"Thanks, Uncle Sacha!" Emma says, doing a twirl in it.

"And look at you little bean!" He says, as he picks up Harriet.

"You really do look like your mummy, and I hope I get to see both you and Emma get married one day."

"Ew." Emma says, crossing her arms "I don't want to get married, it's disgusting."

"Well that's what your mummy's doing today, Emma."

"I know, but I don't want to get married."

Just then, Jac walks out of the bathroom.

"Oh my God." Sacha says turning to face her, "You look stunning."

"Thank you." She smiles, as she looks down at what she's wearing.

"So you decided against a dress, then?" Elliot says, inquisitively.

"Yeah, I wanted something different." She smiles.

Jac was wearing a white wedding jumpsuit, the trousers went down to her feet and the top was lacey.

"Wow, just wow." Elliot smiles, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Hi, mummy!" Emma says, walking up to her.

"Hi, baby." Jac says, hugging her.

"Is it okay, if I speak to Jac alone?" Elliot asks, sitting on the edge of a bed.

"Yeah, it's fine come on Emma." Sacha says, picking Harriet up and walking out of the room.

Jac sits down on the bed beside Elliot.

He takes her hand and smiles at her, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I am so, so proud of you and I really couldn't be more proud." He smiles, "And I really do feel like your father, so I'm going to be the one to say this."

"Yeah?" She says, looking at him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, will you walk me down the aisle?"

"I do anything for you, Jac."

"Thanks, for being my fake father." She beams, happily.

"I wouldn't be anything else."