Epilogue
Two Years Later...
The day couldn't have been more perfect. The wedding was held in Sango's
favorite spot in town: The little white church twenty minutes away from home. Sango got to pick out her dress: a white strapless one with a long, elegant tail and small pink flowers on the edges. The chapel was filled to
the rim with all their family and friends, and before they said 'I do',
there was a small ceremony representing Sango's father.
The kiss, for lack of a better word, was awesome.
After a five-minute make-out session in the back of a white, decorated
limo, Sango and Miroku went to the reception. To everyone's surprise,
Sesshomaru started a conga line and before two minutes had gone by, everyone, even the little old ladies, were singing, "Cha-cha, cha-cha, cha-
HEY!" and throwing their hips back and fourth.
After the reception, Sango and Miroku left for their honeymoon in London. The two had found out, one night, that it was each of their dreams to be surrounded by people who said 'bloody' and 'blooming' every two seconds. So
they had decided to make a love nest in a bed and breakfast across the
street from
Big Ben.
As for what happened on their honeymoon...well...Miroku's oh-so-often-asked
question was answered with a happy 'Yes.'
Little did they know they went home with one more than when they came.
Two Years Later...
The day couldn't have been more perfect. The wedding was held in Sango's
favorite spot in town: The little white church twenty minutes away from home. Sango got to pick out her dress: a white strapless one with a long, elegant tail and small pink flowers on the edges. The chapel was filled to
the rim with all their family and friends, and before they said 'I do',
there was a small ceremony representing Sango's father.
The kiss, for lack of a better word, was awesome.
After a five-minute make-out session in the back of a white, decorated
limo, Sango and Miroku went to the reception. To everyone's surprise,
Sesshomaru started a conga line and before two minutes had gone by, everyone, even the little old ladies, were singing, "Cha-cha, cha-cha, cha-
HEY!" and throwing their hips back and fourth.
After the reception, Sango and Miroku left for their honeymoon in London. The two had found out, one night, that it was each of their dreams to be surrounded by people who said 'bloody' and 'blooming' every two seconds. So
they had decided to make a love nest in a bed and breakfast across the
street from
Big Ben.
As for what happened on their honeymoon...well...Miroku's oh-so-often-asked
question was answered with a happy 'Yes.'
Little did they know they went home with one more than when they came.