First

Faith
I stared at the white dress in the mirror. It had been hanging on the back of the door in a bag for a month, and now to be wearing it felt surreal. I smiled and ran my hand over the tulle fabric that Wendy had been working on for just under a year. I cleared the lump in my throat as I sat infront of the large mirror that was in our bedroom, pinning small white flowers into my hair, making sure they would still be seen when my veil was on.

WhenI was finished I stared at myself, thinking back over the past ten years.
We had to start again. With everything. We had to relearn what everything was, how everything worked, traditions, holidays, everything.
Vince, Jorge, and Wendy, the doctor of our old little camp, were the ones helping us through the change.
Eventually we all knew we couldn't stay in tents in the camp, when the first storm came it tore the camp apart.
It took a lot of planning, and travelling and transporting, but eventually we found abandoned houses that made up a little town that seemingly hadn't been much affected by the scorch, a few structural and decorative repairs were needed, but their foundations were strong and we knew that this would be our home.
Even though along the way we had found others, more people who had escaped Wicked, more survivors, Thomas, Minho, Newt, Frypan and I refused to leave one another.
Whilst no one was more than a short drive away from one another, we were all on the same stretch of land, merely a few minutes walk away from each other.
They had all found new loves eventually, Thomas being the most reluctant to open himself up, but once he did, he didn't struggle with the girls in our little made up town.
We all met up every day for walks, talks, dinners, there wasn't a day that went by in ten years that we hadn't all seen each other. Even the first night sleeping in different places with one another was hard. It took us a year to accept that we had these new homes and we had to live apart. For three years we chose someone's home to sleep in, none of us being able to sleep apart.

I had nightmares most days. They never went away, and I doubted that they ever would. I would wake up most nights in cold sweats, breathing heavy, trying my best not to wake Newt. But he himself had his own nightmares, and most evenings we ended up talking through them, reassuring one another, holding each other.
Despite the nightmares, we were living our dream. We never argued, about anything, we were too in love to argue, too busy living our lives together.
Most days I would go to the small lab that Wendy had built. We were working together on studying the flare, creating large sustainable batches of the serum, just in case, although I hoped we never had to use the majority of the vials. We had had a few people in the early days that were infected, but they were treated and now lived happily. It felt good, knowing that we were doing the work that Wicked had always hoped to do, but we did it properly, morally, for those around us, not for ourselves. Since we realised the flare was not going to take over our lives the way it once had, Wendy had dedicated our time to teaching me everything she knew about biology, about medicine, about our foundations as the human race. We also acted as the towns doctors. It was a far cry from spending my time fighting, but that was ok with me.
Newt had started his own garden on the outskirts of the town. A lot of people added to it and visited it, and would ask him what looked best and how to grow all kinds of produce. He also spent some time in the newly built school, where the few children we had in the town would gather three days a week. But the garden was his happy place. It had been in the maze, and it was out here.
The only other place we were happiest was the beach.

The beach meant everything to both of us. It was where I found out that he was alive after so much pain and time thinking he was dead, it was where our lives began, where we both realised that we would have the life we had planned, and now, ten years later it would be the place that we promised ourselves to one another for as long as we lived.
"Hey kid." Vince said knocking on my door.
"Hey."
"That doesn't sound promising."
"All I said was hey." I laughed.
"Can I come in?"
"Ok."
Vince stepped through the door, dressed in a white shirt and his usual brown trousers and trouser braces , making me smile at his authenticity.
"White shirt today? How formal." I smiled.
"Well, it's a special day. How are you feeling?"
"Nervous." I sighed.
"Kid, you've loved this man since you were practically babies. You have nothing to be nervous about." Vince said, looking at me through the mirror. "He loves you more than anything."
"I know. I had a nightmare last night, about him having the flare again. When I woke up, obviously he wasn't here, and I just think, what if it comes back? What if the virus is hiding somewhere and I loose him again?" I said, pushing my head backwards so the tears didn't run over my makeup.
"The flares gone. He's shown no sign of anything for ten years now. I swear to you he'll be ok. You're not going to loose him."
"There's more in this now than just us two..." I whispered and Vince frowned.
"What are you talking about?" He asked placing a hand on my shoulder.

I stared at him through the mirror and raised my eyebrow. He stared back for a few seconds, before finally a lightbulb went off in his mind and he hung his head for a moment. When he lifted it I saw tears forming in his eyes and I pouted at him, "Don't cry or you'll make me cry."
"How long?"
"Hm, Wendy thinks around six to eight weeks." I said and he nodded.
"Wait you told Wendy before me? I'm it's grandad" He smiled and I rolled my eyes.
"I had to. She's got the machines to make sure and I didn't want to say until i was sure. I only went to her a couple weeks ago." I smiled.
Vince said nothing, he merely stood and kissed the top of my head before bending down to my level in the mirror.
"You'll be amazing." He grinned and I smiled, "Now we have to go otherwise that boy will have my head for us being late."

We didn't talk throughout the entire drive, it was nice to just relax, taking everything in before the ceremony.
"Have you thought of names?" Vince said as we parked up.
"Not really. I haven't told him yet and you can't tell anyone." I warned and he nodded before taking my arm and wrapping it around his own.
"Let's go get married kid."

The walk down to Newt seemed to last a lifetime. I smiled and just stared at him the entire walk, occasionally turning my glance to Thomas, Minho and Fry who stood beside him.
When we finally got to him, Vince shook Newts hand and gave me a final hug.
I took Newts hands in mine and immediately drew him into a hug.
"I missed you. And my god you look so beautiful." He whispered into my ear.
"I missed you. You look handsome, I love the suit." I smiled, taking a step back just to look at him and admire my new husband.

The wedding was perfect. It was everything I could have hoped for. We made our promises to each other surrounded by all our friends, at the place that meant so much to us.
After, we all made our way over to the large tent that had been set up further down the beach, equipped with flooring, tables, my requested fairy lights and many flowers.
"Did you ever think we'd get here?" Newt whispered as we sat at our table hand in hand.
"Hm, I did, and then i didn't, and then I did." I laughed and Newt smiled with me.
"Can you believe it's been nearly fourteen years we've spent together?" He asked and I placed a sweet kiss to his lips.
"At least I have one thing to thank Wicked for."
"What's that?"
"You."