She loves him. He adores her. It's the way things work now, it's as simple as their first kiss. Going through with that dare was the best thing they ever did, and now they're a happily wedded couple with no means of turning back. They found out each others secrets, and they took the risk to form a relationship that's best for the both of them.

Epilogue - Tea And Toast

ATTENTION!
In order to feel like you're actually... "in" the Epilogue, I advise you all to listen to Tea And Toast by Lucy Spraggan :)

10 Years Later

"I now pronounce you, Husband and Wife!"

The whole church collapses in a series of screams, yelps and spouts of congratulations. I clap too, Austin beside me. Dez takes Trish's hand and together they share a passionate kiss, making the crowd go wilder, louder and more chaotic.

"Congratulations!"

"My baby girls growing up too fast!"

"Hey," Austin nudges me, yelling above the noise. "It's only fair that we kiss,"

"Is it now?" I grin.

"Well, they're kissing! We should too!"

"You're crazy, Moon," I laugh, feeling his arm snake around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. He eyes my lips, as I do his.

"Is that why you love me?" he grins, and before I even have time to decipher and reject, he presses his soft lips onto mine and I can feel myself growing weak at the knees.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see May waving at us and congratulation Trish with a silent gesture, which the latina returns happily. Everything seems perfect. Everything... well, it looks perfect. Like a storybook with a beautiful happy ending.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Ally!"

I turn to my right, seeing Trish and a bunch of other bridesmaids all lining up to get their picture taken with the bride. I laugh and detangle myself from Austin's grasp, lifting the dress so that it doesn't get trampled on as I walk.

It's an amazing wedding with a breath-taking set. I hear the camera click in front of me. Balloons and confetti cover everyone's heads, littering the sandy floors of Miami beach quite restlessly. Trish looks simple mind blowing in her striking red "wedding gown". She had stated earlier on that White just wouldn't do for such a joyous occasion; hence why use bridesmaids wore light pink dresses with faint zebra stripes. And, let's not forget, Trish's leopard print heels.

"Austin!"

"Sorry!"

I glare at him as the ladder wobbles, making the bucket of paint jiggle and me drop my brush. He holds his hands up in surrender.

"If I die..."

"You're not gonna die," he chuckles. "I've got you."

"Lies... all lies..."

"I had you before, there's no point in ditching you now." he shrugs. I coat the brush in thick blue paint before flicking him with it, covering his hair with a thick aqua goo.

"Al~ly!" he whines. I roll my eyes, finishing the paint on one wall.

"Right," I say, looking at the wall with a proud expression. It looks slightly disorientated, with different shades of blue here and there, but it's perfect all the same. "You finish up the other wall while I -"

"Mooooooooom!"

I groan, my eyes diverting from Austin to Jaelyn. For a small five year old, he sure knows how to cry. Sometimes he even wakes Dez when he and Trish come to stay, and everybody knows that Dez is nothing but a heavy sleeper.

"Yes, honey?"

"Dawn stole my paintbrush!"

"Did not!"

"All right kiddos, no more fighting," warns Austin, wagging his finger at them. Trish makes her way into the room, panting.

"That kid of yours is hard work."

"Am not!" Dawn tugs at her godmothers leopard print dress, frowning. I stifle a laugh after seeing that her tutu matches Trish's dress. "You said I'm your favourite Moon!"

"It's sarcasm, sweetie," I say, trying to make her feel better.

"Did someone order a cat?" Dez asks, coming into the room clutching a fat fluffy tabby. I sigh deeply, the whole room starting to get crowded.

"Guys..." I yell, trying to overpower the noise. "GUYS!"

They all look up, faces written with different emotions. "We're trying to work here, y'know. It would help if you actually tried not to get in the way.

"But mom -"

"Please, babydoll," I say, rubbing my temples. "Go play with your barbies, just for a sec? Me and daddy need to do something very important."

"Hey Ally," smiles May, throwing rocks into the river. Her feet are dangling over the edge of the sidewalk, making me curious as to how she can feel so confident near a big pool filled with sharks, infested creatures and other things I'm not too fond about.

"Hey," I say. "It was really nice, what you did back there."

"Did what?" she pretends, looking away.

"You dropped those waterguns for Jaelyn in the backyard. He thinks Santa gave it to him," I laugh.

"Santa? In October?" May raises an eyebrow, looking as if she's trying hard to control her excitement.

"Yes!"

"Right. He's just like his father." she commented. I nod, and we watch as the dolphins dive in and out of the water. There's a stony silence between both of us. Because we both know that someday, May will have to leave.

Forever.

And me being me, I just can't afford to think like that.

"Ally?" she nudges me slightly. "Does it feel good?"

"What?"

"You know. Does it feel good, to have a family? A normal dad?"

I can hear the pain in her voice. It's strained. I know why; because she's immortal, a strong sign of someone who's cheated death millions of times and survived it.

"May..."

"I want a family, Ally," she mumbles. "I want a husband that wont walk out on me. A father that will babysit my kids whenever I ask him too."

"Everyone wants that..."

"But not everybody gets it," she smiles, weakly. May faces me and I can see the take of sadness on her face. "You're lucky, Ally. Very lucky. Please, whatever happens, don't forget how lucky you are."

"I wont,"

"Merry Christmas!"

"Ho, ho, ho!"

"Mommy, where's Santa?"

"He'll come tonight, don't worry."

"Where's Aunt May?"

We all freeze, deciding whether to tell Jaelyn the truth. Dawn toddles over, standing next to her twin and pouting. "I haven't seen her in ages, mommy."

I can't hide the truth from my kids. They've grown attatched to May, jumping excitedly whenever she floated her ghostly self into the room without an invited. But, that was what we all loved about her. The sheer joy on everyones faces whenever their eyes met hers.

"She's..." starts Austin. I hold my breath, deciphering whether or not I should contradict on what he's about to say. "She's gone for a while."

"I thought she was going to spend Christmas with us," Jaelyn mumbled, his smile slowly disinegrating. "When is she coming back?"

"We don't know babe," I say, sadly. "But you'll see her again. Very soon."

Austin gripped my hand, knowingly. He had grown up to be a quite charming young man, still famous and active in the music business. I'm still his songwriter, of course, and happily wedded wife.

Who knew that a simple dare could turn out like this? A beautiful, blossomed life of happiness? I certainly didn't.

"Can we open the presents now?" asks Dawn, taking a rectangular wrapped present in her hands and turning it this way and that. I laughed, prising it out of her fingers carefully.

"Later, babydoll. We still have to wait for Aunt Trish and Uncle Dez."

"I have an idea!" yells Jaelyn. Austin laughs and scoops up up, tickling his belly. "Why don't we open them now... and wrap them all back up when they get here?!"

"I'm up for it!" shouts Dawn.

"Sadly, me and mommy aren't," chuckles Austin, pecking my cheek. I smile up at him, his lanky figure suprising me as much as everybody else.

Trish and Dez arrive earlier than usual, carrying fruit cake and a whole bag filled with liquor and beer and fruit shoot for the kids. Trish's four year old daughter and five year old son, Kacie and Derek, greet each one of us with huge hugs. Dawn squeels happily as she clutches Kacie's hand, the four month age difference between the two unmoving. Jaelyn runs off with his friend too, pounding up the stairs and screaming, "Merry Christmas!" until their lungs are fit to burst.

All the while, I know that May's watching over us with a glowing pride in her heart.

"Mom?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Thirteen year old Dawn makes her way into her mother's bedroom, occasionally having to side step the clutter of music sheets and pencils. The amount of guitars on the walls surprise her, but then again, her father was a world-wide rockstar. "Of course you can!"

"Well, there's... a boy," Dawn starts, fiddling with her fingers. "And I don't know how I feel about him."

Ally's heart soothes as she feels a strange sympathy towards her daughter. "What type of emotions have you felt so far, honey?"

"I-I... I thought I hated it. I mean, because he was so full of himself and that. But the other day... Well, there was this girl called Tiffany who's a total attention whor- seeker," Dawn paused, looking at her mom. "And she sort of pushed me down and called me stupid names that I know shouldn't get to me as much as it did. Chris told her to stop though, and he helped me up and ever since he's been... texting me. I don't know how he got my number."

A small smile was evident on Ally's face. "You hated him?"

"Of course. I mean, I didn't exactly like him. At the time."

Ally sighed thoughtfully, placing a hand on her daughters shoulder. "Don't stress yourself over it, babe. Just do what you thinks best. Life always gives us different routes to follow, we just have to try them all out and see which ones the best."

Dawn looks at the ceiling for a bit, thinking.

"Thanks mom,"

"Oh, and one thing," smiles Ally.

"What?"

"Remember, sweetheart. When the skies are looking above my dear, And your heart has lost all it's hope. After dawn there will be sunshine, And all the dust will go. The skies will clear my darling, I'll wake up with the one I love the most, And in the morning, I'll wake you up. With some tea and toast."

Dawn smiled. It was something her mom always sang whenever her and Jaelyn asked for any help or advice. It cleared their minds for a little while.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, little man?"

"Can I ask you something important?"

"Sure," Austin moved over, setting his guitar down on the stand so his son could take a seat. "What's up, bud?"

"I think I like a girl, but I'm not sure if she likes me. Because, let's just say, we're at different roads here,"

Austin nods. "Carry on."

"She's so... quiet. I'm more loud and it's like I'm on the 99th floor and she's cool on street level. I don't know what to do -"

"Me and your mother used to be like that," Austin laughed. "We used to fight non-stop. It ussually ended with us throwing things at each other- though I could never really hurt her."

Jaelyn looks at his dad, a blank look on his face. "And what did you do?"

"I protected her from the demons of a house and she fell in love with me more so."

Silence.

"You and your imagination," chuckles Jaelyn, shaking his head. "But dad -"

"Try talking to the lucky lady," Austin says. "You never know. It might just be your little break."

Jaelyn thought about it for a second. He knew that whatever his dad was saying had some form of truth, and wthether he liked it or not, it was best if Jaelyn followed it.

"Thanks dad,"

Austin and Ally walk down the street, their hands linked together. They stop as Ally's grip loosens, her fifty-year-old figure slowly crumpling to the ground in a heap. Her body on the floor attracts a worried crowd, tears roll off Austin's face as he says, "Don't let go. Not now."

Then it all flash forwards and he's sitting by her bed in the hospital ward, as their daughter walks in with a family of her own. Little 3 year old Janice, and her husband, Chris Rogers. Jaelyn's with them too, his wife, Jenette, handling a bouqet of flowers.

They all stare as Ally's heart moniter starts slowing, until the wide traces of sharp green pixels reduces to an uncoordinated line.

Dawn says, "Dad I don't know if she can hear you now but there's one thing mum would want you to know."

When the skies are looking above my dear
And your heart has lost all it's hope
After dawn there will be sunshine
And all the dust will go
Skies will clear my darling
Now it's time for you to let go
And in the morning, I'll wake you up
With some tea and toast.

Dawn drives back home to their house, and she can almost sense her AUntie May watching over her mother wid sad eyes. She arrives at the house which she grew up in, the ancient sign covered in rust and dirt;

Manor House.

I HONESTLY don't know how this turned out. It's definately longer than some of my other chapters, and I admit, it is heavily rushed. Over the past ten days I have been clogged with an understandable case of writers blocks, having read only two chapters of one book while I was away.

Tea And Toast is sung by Lucy Spraggan. I do not, by any means, own that song.

Now, time for the fun part.

HEY YA'AALLLLL!
For this Epilogue to REALLY make sense, you must do one thing. LISTEN TO TEA AND TOAST while you're read. Please?

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for supporting this story. Every single one of you is amazing!
And yes, they bought MANOR HOUSE!

But for now, we must say goodbye to Miss Ally Dawson/Moon and Mr Austin Moon, for their peaceful story has come to an end (insert angel here)

Thank you so much for reading. Adios, people :'(