She walked down the aisle in a beautiful white strapless dress. Her hair was pulled up in a beautiful bun and her face was covered with the veil. She followed the bridesmaids who wore light pink gown dresses.
He stood at the front, next to his best man, wearing a black tux. He watched her walk down the aisle and he grinned to himself. He was the luckiest man alive. His fiancé joined him at the front and she smiled at him. He smiled back and they both turned to the minister. They said their vowels, they exchanged rings and the veil was lifted. They kissed and walked down the aisle, walked past their families and friends and walked out the door a married couple.
"She looked so beautiful," Tamara said to her boyfriend, Brad. They were walking outside at the wedding reception, with their arms linked.
"She did. I can't believe my sister is married now!" Brad replied, smiling to himself. It was about time Zoe and Darren had tied the knot. It had been two years ago when they had gotten engaged. Two years ago was such a long time ago for Tamara and Brad. They had only just started their relationship.
Now, Brad was a builder, working on a major project with his company. He had good hours and then he would go to his home where his lovely girlfriend would be. Tamara had taken the road to being a Vet. Her parents – mainly her father – had been upset with her choice but she was happy with taking care of animals. After high school, they had gotten a little house together which was just perfect for them. They had a black cat called Mario, and they had Brad's old dog Buster.
"Her dress was amazing as well," Tamara rattled on about how amazing the wedding was. Brad smiled but wasn't listening. All he could think of was how heavy the engagement ring in his pocket felt at that moment.
"You haven't seen him for two years, have you?" Tamara asked, gaining Brad's attention. She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled. She still looked the same.
Her ginger hair had grown a couple of inches, but it still fell down in loose curls. Her light blue/grey eyes were always behind her framed glasses. She still had the left dimple in her cheek whenever she smiled. And she had her long beautiful legs.
Brad was also the same. He was probably tanner though then before. He still had his dark brown hair that fell down and across his face that would sometimes cover his baby blue eyes. He was still built well. Well, he had to be since he was a builder.
Tamara was referring to Brad's father. Just before Graduation, Brad had left home to go and live with his best friend, Aaron Sanders. What he didn't know was, when he left, his mother and father had gotten into an argument and his mother had asked for a divorce. He had been so angry at his father that he hadn't seen or spoken to him in two years.
Brad nodded and Tamara rubbed his back soothingly. They walked around the garden and Brad stopped her. The ring in his pocket for like a ton of bricks. "Tamara, there is something I have to tell you."
"Last time you said that, we broke up," she laughed and smiled at him. "There is something I need to tell you too."
"You go first."
"No, you go first."
Brad smiled and took a deep breath. "I love you…"
"I love you too."
"Good and I'm glad you do, otherwise it would be a bad idea to do this." He bent down on one knee and Tamara gasped. He grabbed the box that had the ring in it and opened it for Tamara to see. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. "Tamara, I love you so much. I'm so happy to have you in my life. I'm sorry for all the mistakes I've done in the past and I'm glad you could forgive me. The past two years with you have been wonderful with you in it. And I want to keep you in my life forever, until the day we die." He grabbed the ring and grabbed her left hand. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes!" Tamara screeched. Brad smiled like an idiot and slipped the ring onto her finger. She threw her arms around him and they both fell down onto the grass. They laughed and kissed each other passionately.
"What is it you have to tell me?" Brad asked, staring at his beautiful fiancé.
Tamara smiled, the left dimple appearing in her cheek. "I'm pregnant!"
"C'mon baby, you're doing wonderful! Just one more push!" Brad urged his fiancé to do. They were in Hornsby Hospital with Tamara delivering their firts child. Their child. It still made Brad nauseous that he was going to be a father.
With her hair sticking to her head, Tamara glared at Brad with her light blue/grey eyes. "Don't tell me what to do! I don't see a baby coming out of your vagina!" she said, angrily. Brad had been use to her mood swings by now. He had to deal with 9 months of it.
"Baby, you have to push…"
"Ughhhhhh, can you do it for me? You're the one who made this happen, you know!"
"Oh, I know," Brad muttered. She had told himself whenever she had been angry with him, repeatedly.
"Don't be a smartass," she said, rolling her eyes. Brad just smiled at her and winced when she grabbed onto his hand tightly and squeezed so hard. It was like she was going to break his hand in any minute.
"Tamara, dear, I need you to give me one big push," the doctor instructed.
"Okay," she muttered. Brad hmnped. Why couldn't she have been niceer to him?
10 minutes later, Brad and Tamara were staring down at their new born child.
"She looks squishy," Brad said, earning a slap from Tamara and a eye roll from the nurses and doctor.
"I think she looks beautiful," Tamara said, looking down at their baby girl.
"Just like her mother," Tamara smiled at Brad and they kissed each other softly.
"Do you have any idea what you want to call her?" the doctor asked.
"Clary," Tamara whispered, still looking at her daughter. "Clary Leanne Foster."
Brad took a deep breath and waited. He waited for what seemed like forever. He'd been waiting three years for this day. Three years when he popped the question. Three years of having to take care of his now three year old daughter, Clary. His ears perked up when he heard the music.
"Wow," Brad could hear everyone whisper. Even his best man, Aaron Sanders whispered it. He wanted to look over his shoulder and see what she looked like. His head twitched to the side and he glanced over his shoulder. His legs melted and his jaw fell to the ground.
Her dress was the exact same as he had pictured it years ago. It definitely put Kate Middleton's dress to shame. It was strapless and it hugged her body perfectly. The bottom part fell away from her body and had a lace pattern. Brad had to stop himself from rushing over to her. The veil covered her face but Brad knew that Tamara was looking at him as he was looking at her.
He stepped forward when she reached the end of the aisle and was handed over from her father. Peter Johnson smiled at his daughter and handed her over towards Brad. Brad held his arm out and Tamara linked her arm through his. They walked up towards the minister and stood close to each other. Brad lifted the veil off of Tamara's face when he was asked and he gasped. She wasn't wearing her usual glasses and her face was beyond beautiful. She didn't overdo it with the makeup and her bright blue/grey eyes were sparkling.
They listened to the vowels and said them to each other. Brad saw Tamara's eyes water up and Brad smiled at her. They exchanged rings and then Brad was told to kiss Tamara. He did. Very passionately. Brad and Tamara's family and friends were cheering for the new married couple. Brad let go of Tamara and they rest their foreheads together.
"I love you Mrs. Foster," Brad whispered to Tamara and kissed her nose softly.
"I love you too, Mr. Foster," Tamara whispered back and smiled up at Brad. They linked their arms together and walked down the aisle together, as the new Mr and Mrs. Foster.
"Tamara, baby, we have to go now," Brad said to his bride.
"Just one sec," she said, bending down in front of their three year old daughter, Clary. Clary had the same colour has her mother's and she has her baby blue eyes from her father. "Clary, sweetie, are you okay with staying with Aunt Zoe?"
Clary nodded, her ginger curls bobbing up and down.
"See she's fine," Brad muttered, but no one paid attention to him. He huffed and shifted the bags he was holding onto the ground. They were at the airport about to go on their honeymoon. And Tamara was having a panic attack at the thought of leaving Clary alone, while they were out of the state.
Tamara was holding Clary to her very motherly. "If there are any problems, call me Zoe."
"Yes, Tamara, I know. Now, go! Or Brad will have a massive heart attack." At that, all three girls looked at Brad and Brad placed a hand on his heart.
"Daddy!" Clary squealed. Brad smiled at his daughter and opened his arms for her. She jumped into his arms and he hugged her.
"Be good for Aunt Zoe and Uncle Darren. And don't annoy Cousin James."
"He starts it!"
"Just behave." He kissed the top of her head and smiled at her. "Love you." He handed her over to Tamara who held onto her tightly.
"Goodbye my baby girl, have fun with Aunt Zoe." She placed Clary on the floor, who quickly went to Zoe's side, and grabbed the bags. She blew a kiss towards Clary who pretended to catch it. Brad and Tamara walked off towards their flight.
Brad rolled off of Tamara and screamed into his pillow. He felt Tamara shift next to him and ran her hand up and down his tense back.
"I'm sorry baby," she whispered, leaning over him and kissing him on his shoulder. He grunted and heard Tamara sigh. "Don't be upset, baby. I don't know what's wrong with me."
Brad's head snapped up and he looked at Tamara. He stared at her light blue/grey eyes and grinded his teeth together.
"You don't know? Really? I could tell you what's wrong with you!" He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. He glanced at Tamara who was looking down at her hands. Brad sighed. "I'm sorry, Tamara. It's just, ugh; I've always been able to turn you on no matter what."
Tamara shuffled closer to Brad and put her chin on his shoulder. "You're the best at turning me on, Brad," she whispered into his ear and bit down on it softly, causing Brad to moan and shiver. He turned to her and kissed her, pushing her down onto the bed.
"For fuck sake!" Brad screamed, moving away from Tamara and sitting up, after a few minutes of trying to pleasure Tamara. He ran his fingers through his hair again, nearly ripping it out.
"Brad, baby, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just no in the mood."
Brad turned his head towards Tamara and growled quietly. "No woman has ever said that to me before. And you are in the mood; you just can't stop thinking of Clary. C'mon Tamara, it's our honeymoon. Clary will be fine."
"You don't know that," Tamara's motherly instincts were kicking in and she was getting defensive. "You know how she is with James. Those two will kill each other!"
"Tamara," Brad pulled her towards his chest and kissed the top of her head. "You know they are only mucking around. You have to relax, baby. Clary is only 3. And she's stayed at Zoe and Darren's place before."
"Yeah, but we were still in the same state as them! We are a state over from them and it would take 2 hours to get back home, then an hour to get to Zoe's." Zoe had moved back down to Sydney when she and Darren had gotten married, to be closer to their mother during the divorce.
"Tamara, you are overreacting. We're finally married after 3 years of being engaged. I want to spend our honeymoon with you not worrying about Clary. Just please, baby, forget about her for a moment."
"How could you say that? Forget about her? Our daughter?"
Brad grabbed Tamara's hands and kissed her palms. "Baby, please, chill. We've been through so much. We are both fighters, and Clary is a fighter. She'll be fine, I promise. You need to relax and enjoy yourself." He leaned over and kissed her.
She sighed against his lips and pulled herself into his lap. They kissed and touched each other. Brad moaned when he felt Tamara's fingers stroke up and down his shaft.
"That's it," he muttered, flipping Tamara onto her stomach and lying on her back. He slipped into her from behind and finally got what he had been dying for.
"Tamara? I'm home!" Brad yelled, walking through the front door into his house. Their house was a small one storied with three bedrooms. It was perfect just for the three of them.
"In here!" Tamara yelled, her voice very distant and…shocked?
Brad frowned, dumped his stuff, took off his boots and headed towards the bathroom. Tamara lent against the sink, looking down at it. It had been a few weeks since they got home from their honeymoon. Tamara had finally stopped stressing about Clary enough to enjoy herself. Tamara had her back to Brad and he smiled to himself. She had gotten quite tanned from their honeymoon.
"Is everything okay?" Brad asked, walking over and wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her ear and looked down at the sink. He froze on the spot.
"Yeah," Tamara muttered, catching Brad's wide shocked expression. They both stared down at the sink and then back at each other. Then all of a sudden Brad was swinging Tamara around in his arms.
"You're pregnant!" he said, happiness and excitement radiating off of him. He felt Tamara's body vibrate with laughter and he saw tears crawling down her face.
"I'm pregnant!" she squealed and buried her face into Brad's neck. They held onto each other for what felt like ages.
"Clary, stop fidgeting," Tamara warned her 3 old daughter. Clary immediately stopped what she was doing and huffed. She sat in between her parents and kicked her legs back and forth.
"Mr and Mrs. Foster?" a woman called from behind a desk. Both Tamara and Brad's head snapped up and they glanced at each other. "Dr. Williams will see you now."
Brad grabbed onto his wife's hand and onto Clary's as they stood up and went down the hallway to Dr. William's room.
A few minutes later, Tamara was propped up on a bed with her flat stomach on display, getting an ultrasound. Clary was in the corner, playing with her DS. Brad smiled at Tamara who smiled back. They had done this once before, they could do it again.
"Huh," Dr. Williams muttered to himself. That was never a good sign when a doctor says, 'Huh' looking at an ultrasound.
"What is it?" Tamara asked, her voice getting a little high.
"It's nothing to worry about," he muttered, rubbing the stick along Tamara's stomach. He frowned for a second then composed himself again. "I'll be right back."
Brad and Tamara watched Dr. Williams walk out and they looked at each other. Tamara grabbed onto Brad's hand tightly. Almost as tight as when she had been giving birth to Clary.
"Baby, it'll be fine," Brad muttered to Tamara, kissing her on the head. They both turned to look at the door when Dr. Williams walked in with another person. The nametag read, 'Dr. McCaan'.
"Hi guys," Dr. McCaan said, smiling brightly at them. She walked towards the ultrasound and grabbed the stick. "Let's just take a look what's going on, shall we?"
She ran the stick over Tamara's sticky belly and watched the ultrasound for any sign of their baby. She frowned and she glanced nervously at the screen and back to Dr. Williams.
She bit her lip and looked at Brad and Tamara. Tamara was staring at the doctor with wide eyes and her lip almost trembling. Dr. McCaan shook her head at the two of them and both their hearts dropped to their stomaches.
"I'm sorry, Tamara. There's no heartbeat."
"Honey?" Brad called through the bathroom door. It had been almost a month since the miscarriage. Tamara had been depressed about losing the baby; she had barely spoken to Brad. He was starting to get really worried about her. "Can I come in?"
"I'm taking a bath," Tamara sighed softly, but Brad still managed to hear what she said.
"I know baby, but we really need to talk."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Yes there is, and you know it. God, Tamara, please talk to me."
There was silence from the other side of the door. Brad huffed and opened the door. Tamara was lying in the bathtub, her legs dangling off the side and her head resting against the side. She glanced at Brad, her lips turned into a sad smile.
"Hi," she breathed, looking away from him and down at her body. Brad had to stop himself from looking at her body too. She hadn't put any bubbles or if she had, they were all gone by now.
"Hey," Brad also breathed. He walked over towards where her head was and squatted down. "How you feeling?"
"Terrific," she mumbled, sarcastically.
Brad stood up and put his hands on his hips. He then pulled off his shirt and started to unzip his jeans.
"What are you doing?" Tamara asked, her eyes widening as Brad pulled off the rest of his clothing.
"Spending time with my wife," Brad said, pulling off his briefs and letting them fall to the ground. He smiled to himself; when he saw Tamara look at his dick then bite her lip. He then pushed his way into the tub and smiled at Tamara, who just raised an eyebrow at him.
"Brad," Tamara started to say.
"No, Tamara. Just shut up for a second. I haven't seen you in what feels like forever. I know you are upset with what happened; I'm upset too. But it happens to people. And it just happened too happen to us. I love you, Tamara. But I hate seeing you like this. Where's that strong independent woman that I had met five years ago?"
"She no longer exists."
"Bullshit. She's in there. And I want her to come back out. I miss her. That's the Tamara I fell in love with. Not this sappy depressed Tamara." He moved closer and pulled her legs around his waist. She wouldn't look at him. "Tamara, my love, please talk to me."
Tamara glanced up, her eyes filled with tears. "I'm afraid, Brad."
"Okay, what are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid of losing you and Clary. I'm afraid you guys will disappear, just like the baby we never got to have." The tears had spilled from her eyes and fell down her cheeks. Brad pulled her up and hugged her. "I don't want to lose you or Clary."
"You won't ever lose us, baby. Understand?" Tamara nodded her head, finally looking him in the eye. Brad pulled a strand of her hair and placed it behind her ear. He ran his fingers lightly down her cheek and kissed her gently.
Tamara stared down at the stick and felt sick.
Not again, she thought.
She threw the stick in the wastebasket and put her face into her hands.
Pregnant, again? This can't be.
It had been a year now from when she had had her miscarriage. She was scared to lose another baby. She placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed it gently.
"Oh, there you are!" Brad said, walking into the bathroom to see Tamara sitting there. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"
"Sorry," Tamara muttered, smiling at her husband and getting up. She let her blue dress fall down to her ankles and she walked to Brad. She kissed him on the cheek and grabbed his hand.
"Great, now let's go back to the party. Wouldn't want to miss your own mother's wedding reception." Tamara smiled at Brad who beamed at his wife. Tamara just kept thinking about the life that was growing inside of her that night. When they finally tucked in their 4 year old daughter, Clary, into bed later that night, Tamara knew she had to tell Brad.
"Yeah?" he said, turning around and smiling at him. He was wearing a loose pair of sweats and he still had that amazing rock hard stomach.
"There's something I have to tell you."
She walked over and sat on the edge of their bed. She didn't know how to say it. The first time, she had been so happy to be pregnant. Then the second time, she'd been thrilled. Now, she was scared.
"Ugh! MUM!" 15 year old Clary yelled, storming away from an 11 year old, Thomas. "Thomas won't leave me alone!"
"I don't know how to work out this problem!" Thomas yelled as well, walking behind Clary as they walked towards their mother.
"That's not my fault. That's your fault for being stupid!"
"I'm smarter than you."
"SHUT UP!" Brad yelled at his two kids. Tamara smiled gratefully at her husband and looked at her two kids. Thomas had dark brown hair and bright grey eyes. It was nerving because they looked almost white.
"What's the problem, Thomas?"
"I don't know this maths problem."
"And you asked Clary for help?"
"Yes, but she's being a meanie!"
Clary had a shocked look on her face and she just stuck her tongue out at her little brother. He stuck out his tongue as well.
"You two, stop. Clary, why didn't you help your little brother?"
"I hate maths!"
Brad and Tamara glanced at each other and smiled slyly. "You know," Brad started to say as he walked and sat down next to Tamara. "Your mother and I met, in maths class."
Clary and Thomas stared at their parents with wide eyes.
"You took maths?" Clary asked. Tamara giggled and Thomas frowned.
"Yes, I did. I took maths and met your mother. She was the smartest girl I had ever met. She even had a pencil case that said, 'Maths Cool'."
"Wow mum, that's lame." Clary said and getting a nodded agreement from Thomas.
"Hey, my pencil case was the best." Tamara argued back, smiling at her husband and kids.
"Sure," Clary said and then she walked away.
"Here Thomas, I'll help you out," Tamara said, opening her arms for Thomas to sit in her lap. She looked at the sheet of paper and frowned. "Trigonometry?" She glanced at Brad who also frowned.
"For an 11 year old?"
They both looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.
"CLARY!" they yelled.
"I can't believe my baby is married," Tamara gushed at her now 26 year old daughter.
"Well, believe it mum," Clary said, smiling her mother's smile.
Brad and Tamara watched their daughter dance with her new husband and they smiled at each other. Brad put his arm around his wife and kissed her cheek. The years had gone by so quickly. They had had their ups and downs, their laughs and their tears, the joyment of watching their two children grow up.
"I love you," Brad whispered.
"I love you too," Tamara whispered back.
They leaned back and smiled at each other. After years of taking care of their two children, Clary and Thomas, they were finally allowed to be alone together again.
Their lives were perfect.
A/N: *clears throat* ahem, ahem.
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