Sweet Little Lies

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two

"They're okay?" Willow asked as Ivy hung up the phone.

"Yes, they're back at the house." She sighed deeply, texting something on her phone - probably to Harry.

"And Bianchi?"

"Dead." Ivy frowned, "Apparently, Greta pulled the trigger."

Willow winced, "Ouch, wonder how she's doing."

"Harry said she passed out after they got there. Doctor is evaluating her right now, but they suspect it's just shock and an adrenaline crash." Ivy told her.

"I'll come over tomorrow to check on her." Willow decided. "Are you going to head back home?"

She shook her head. "No, I don't want to ditch Astrid on her wedding day."

"Speaking of..." Willow looked around, "We should probably go say hi, save her from the in-laws."

A few minutes later, they had stolen the bride away. "How are you feeling?"

Astrid let out a long breath. "I'm exhausted and can't wait to get out of here. When is it socially acceptable to leave your own wedding?"

Willow laughed, "You just want to go home and have sex with your husband."

Astrid sent her a glare. "Will you keep it down. His parents could hear that and I'm only now getting off their kill-on-sight list."

"They're across the room right now."

"Like they don't have eyes and ears everywhere."

"That's fair." Willow noted.

Astrid looked around at the crowd of people. "Where's Harry, Ivy?"

"He had to deal with something."

"And Greta?"

"Uh..." Willow looked over at Ivy.

Astrid raised an eyebrow at them. "Is she at least okay?"

"Everything's fine, Astrid." Ivy said, "You don't need to worry about anything."

"I'll just trust your word." Astrid sighed out and sunk into a chair. "I'm too tired to fight you for details. Was it this stressful and exhausting when you got married, Ivy?"

Willow smirked at Ivy as she shrugged, "Pretty much."

"At least you're in love with your husband before the marriage." Willow teased.

Astrid looked over to where her new husband was talking to some relatives. Willow thought his new prosthetic leg was practically unnoticeable. He's adjusted to it miraculously well, and if she didn't know any better, she would never suspect anything different about him. Well, besides the missing hand.

"He's doing well." Willow remarked.

Astrid nodded, "Surprisingly well. Sometimes he has some phantom pain, but his attitude hasn't changed."

"That's good."

"Yes."

"You sure sound happy about that." Willow said dryly.

"I guess I'm just worried." Astrid admitted, "It's almost been too easy."

"You're kidding, right?" She laughed, "You two have been through hell. You hid your relationship for months, feuding family alliances kept you apart, then he was taken prisoner, you literally got sent his hand in a box, you find out your pregnant, and when you finally get him back he might not even live from his injuries."

"Yeah, but since all that." Astrid waved all that behind her. "I expected Tai to have some trauma and mood swings and pain from losing two important parts of his body, but he's just... him."