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Chapter 120: Adrian’s wedding
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2025-12-10 20:40:33A month had passed since the forest’s trials, the anomalies, the magical tests, and the quiet revelations that had shifted everything between us. In that time, Adrian and I had grown closer than I ever imagined possible. Every glance, every touch, every shared silence had deepened the trust and understanding that had blossomed in the heart of the forest.
And now… we were getting married. The morning of the wedding, sunlight spilled through the windows of our home, warm and golden. The house buzzed with the energy of our children — Aria, Arianna, and Arian — who were so excited they could hardly contain themselves. Even Cassian, ever the dramatist, hovered in the background, muttering about the emotional weight of witnessing another human being fall in love properly. Adrian looked at me across the living room, eyes soft and tender. “You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, voice low. I smiled, brushing a hand over his cheek. “We’re finally here. After everything, we’re finally here.” The ceremony itself was intimate. Our family — the children, our closest friends, and the subtle presence of the forest’s magic — surrounded us in a clearing just beyond our home. The “Memory Garden” we had planted over the past months glowed faintly, each flower representing a lesson learned, a hardship endured, a love nurtured. Aria clutched a small bouquet, her eyes shining. “For happiness,” she said softly, handing it to me. Arianna placed a sprig of lavender in Adrian’s hand. “For patience and wisdom,” she whispered. Arian, ever precise, offered a tiny herb. “For vigilance and care,” he said quietly. Cassian, dramatically bowing, added a small sunflower. “For chaos, courage, and flair. Mission accomplished.” Adrian took my hands in his, eyes reflecting pride, love, and the quiet gravity of the moment. “This… is our life,” he said softly. “Our family, our legacy, everything we’ve endured… together.” I squeezed his hands, feeling the depth of truth in his words. “Always together,” I whispered. The ceremony was simple but profound. Vows exchanged in soft voices, promises made with full hearts. The forest seemed to breathe around us, leaves twirling, sunlight painting golden patterns on the ground, as if acknowledging that love, perseverance, and family had truly triumphed. Afterward, we celebrated quietly at home. The kids laughed, ran through the gardens, and reveled in the joy of a day free from fear, free from the shadows of the past. Cassian, of course, narrated every moment dramatically, eliciting laughter and eye-rolls from everyone. Yet even amidst the happiness, a quiet thought lingered at the back of my mind. Clair. After everything she had endured — the betrayal, the loss of her marriage, the quiet heartbreak of a life disrupted — she was fragile now. The news had come slowly, carefully, whispered in private: her health was failing. She was dying. And more than anything… she wanted to see me, her grandchildren, to know that the family she had fought to protect and love was safe, thriving, and happy. I knew it was time. Time to bring Clair back into our lives in the way she deserved. Time for reconciliation, for love, and for closure. The children had already caught wind of the news. Aria hugged me tightly. “Grandma… she wants to see us?” “Yes, sweetheart,” I said, voice trembling slightly. “She wants to see all of us. To know that everything is okay.” Arianna’s eyes widened. “We have to go, then. We have to make sure she knows we’re happy!” Arian, ever precise but quietly moved, simply nodded. “Then it’s settled. We leave immediately.” Cassian, dramatically collapsing into a chair, muttered: “…I am emotionally unqualified for this, but invested. Let’s go, for Grandma. For love. For… emotional closure.” Adrian wrapped his arm around me, squeezing gently. “We’ll face this together. As a family. Nothing will shake us now.” And in that moment, surrounded by the laughter of our children, the quiet approval of the forest, and the weight of love and legacy, I knew we were ready. Ready to see Clair. Ready to show her that the family she loved — the family she fought for — was whole, thriving, and happy. Because no matter what came next, we would face it together. Stronger, wiser, and forever united.
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