3:28 White Wedding

Tonight was the night. Rose could barely feel the cold wind biting through her thin clothes, and her feet felt warmer than they should for standing in a few inches of snow. She'd always pictured her wedding differently, she'd be wearing a traditional white dress, she'd be slim, an adult and be on a hot beach somewhere. Myles had always been the one.

She wasn't the only bride, and Myles wasn't the only groom. Her aunt Madison was finally marrying the love of her life, the man she'd spent the best part of fifteen years trying to save. She couldn't feel the cold either, but wrapped in Geoffrey's arms was the warmest place she knew anyway. She didn't care about the weather, she didn't care that the sprigs of ivy were getting frosted, and she didn't care if anyone even bothered to show up. All that mattered was that she would finally become a Lansing.

Her children had been born with the name, Madison had assumed that she'd be wed before they were old enough to ask about it, and had considered changing her name after Geoffrey's death. But this was the way to do it. In a few short hours, Madison Mattell would no longer exist.

"Ugh, why can't it stop snowing for ten minutes?!" Rose was getting annoyed. The whole household had gathered outside, and the guests should be here any moment, but the constant snowfall was a distraction, and she wished it would stop for the ceremonies.

It wasn't long before the guests gathered, most of them wearing thick coats, marvelling at how Madison, Taylor and Kaity could wear so little. The first couple, who had waited the longest, stood under the arch to say their vows, and waited while the crowd gathered.
"I can't believe this is happening!" Geoffrey clapped like an idiot.
"It won't if you keep embarrassing me!" Madison hissed, jokingly, suddenly aware that all eyes were on her, even if it was all close family and friends.

Shaena held back tears as her parents said their vows. Taylor couldn't even make a facial expression, she was to shocked that the day had finally come. Her baby sister was getting married.

Everyone agreed that the couples vows were sweet. Jake wandered off, not really feeling this soppy stuff, while Myles stared on in horror, realising he'd left his vows at home and would have to wing it.

The Lansing's shared their first kiss as man and wife.

Luis and Summer were bawling their eyes out, while hard-as-nails Layla just laughed at her husband.
"You didn't cry at our wedding!" She whispered.
"Our wedding was different, and there were no witnesses except wildlife." He replied, slightly annoyed that she'd tease him for crying at a wedding like you were supposed to, but she was expecting his child, and he couldn't love her more.

Myles grinned to himself when he realised he and Rose were about to get married. Sure, it looked like they were wedding crashers, and like they were only doing this for the baby, but he knew it was right.

The teens took their place in the spotlight. Rose's stomach was a lot smaller than Kaity's, and nobody was sure why. Maybe it was just her small frame? She hoped the baby wasn't underdeveloped for whatever reason, especially as she'd been doing all the right things, and her sister had just carried on as normal. Whatever happened, she'd love this child, and was happy that it would be born into a marriage.

Geoffrey teared up, happy that the teens would have the life he'd hoped for himself and Madison. Luckily for Myles, he successfully navigated his vows.

The new newlyweds turned to the small gathering. At Taylors demand, they weren't allowed to consumate the marriage until they were adults, something they thought irrational at this point. What could happen? But it was only a few days, and Myles would sleep in Luis' old bed, while the pregnant sisters stayed in their room as there was room for babies in it too.

As the celebrations calmed down, and the guests went inside to warm up, Kaity felt the first twinge of a contraction.
"Not now!" She muttered to herself. She really just wanted to crawl into bed, and as it had only been one contraction, and not that bad, she fell asleep as easily as she would usually.

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4:03am. Kaity woke with a second contraction. This one was stronger, but still bearable. She was dry, her waters hadn't broken, and she decided a walk would either ease the pain, or hurry things along.

She reached Maywood Glen; the small park that backed onto both her own house, and her grandmothers, and dusted the snow off a seat to rest her legs. She was terrified, but she'd never let on.

She sat, stoney-faced, and thought. Thought about how she'd always hoped any children she had of her own would have a father, the happy family unit she'd never had. She'd loved her life, and never missed that male influence, but knew if it wasn't for Luis then Jake would have wanted a father. She wondered if she could do this; if she could raise a child alone as her mother and aunt had. She thought about how long it had been since she'd had a vision. Was the baby blocking the visions, or had they gone? She could still force them, so maybe she'd learned to control it? She hadn't forced one in a while, she'd felt too drained in this last trimester, and wished she'd forced a look into the gender of the child within her.

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Once back at the house, she returned to her room to make it look like she'd slept through. She didn't feel like telling anyone she was in the early stages of labour, they'd panic, and she wanted to wait in the hope that Rose would start labour soon.

Seeing Myles happily feeling his own child kick in the stomach of his wife, only seemed to rub Kaity's situation in her face. She remembered that Layla was also pregnant, and married. She was a little happy, for the fact her own child would have so many relatives close in age, but would this child want a family like the others?

And so, without telling anyone her situation or her concerns, the triplets and Myles boarded the schoolbus when it arrived. Rose was in a better mood than she had been for a long time, her life was in order, and her baby would have a loving family. Her fairytale come true.