A year later...

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Both of them become more and more successful throughout the year. They meet each other once a month, because of their distance. Their dates usually spent walking around the town, or a day in a restaurant, talking about each other. They never feel bored around each other, and the distance never stop them to keep their love blossom.

'Distance doesn't ruin a relationship, trust does'.

They meet each other in the basement occasionally, and rather than calling it a basement or library, they call it their very own 'love nest'.

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Stacie opens her mailbox. There is a white envelope in it. She hold the letter in her hand while she walk back into her apartment. Once she is in her house, she sit on a red couch in her living room while she tear off the envelope.

This is not an ordinary letter. This is an invitation card. But from who?

The card has a hard cover, with flower patterns on it. She opens the card, the first page of the card has 6 different columns labelled with numbers.

The first column contains the drawing of a book, with a brown cover and a mug with a leaf as the decoration on top of it. The second column has a bottle of vodka and a cup. Grand piano, a pie with prawn and a cake with hazelnuts fills the 3rd column. Ice cream and a box of plaster is in the 4th column. In the 5th column, they are three pictures of lips, one in candy cane colour, another one with french flag and the other with australian flag. The last column shows stacks of comics.

"This is..." Stacie move to the next page.

A drawing fills the second page, and that drawing looks exactly like Donald and her, on their first date. The clothes, the scenery, everything looks the same.

On the 3rd and 4th page, there are a list of names under the title GUESTS, and she can see the names of all the Trebles and Bellas in it.

The 5th page says it all. Updated with time, date, venue, attire, phone number and everything, Stacie realises that the card is an invitation card to her own wedding. And her phone buzzes, signalling a new message is in. She unlock her phone and read the text.

From Donald. "Get your present,yet?"

She calls him right away.

"Hello, dear." He answers.

"Well hello. So tell me, when does this idea comes to you?"

"The card? A month ago. And only manage to complete it by now. You are the first person to see it, after me, of course. Like it?"

"Of course I do! Its beautiful."

"So, did you see the date?"

"2 months from now."

"And will you marry me?"

"Donald, the answer is completely obvious. I will. The answer is always 'I will'. In 2 months it will be 'I do'."

"I am just making sure you are mine. Did you check your email?"

"No. Why?"

"Jesse and Beca sent their invitation card. Wedding in 3 weeks."

"Really?! Awwww I am so happy for them! So I will see you there, honey?"

"Yes, sweetheart. We have an announcement to make when we reach there."

"Announcement?"

"You are going to be my bride in 2 months."

"And you will be mine in 2 months."

"And we'll make babies."

"Lots of them?"

"Depends. I want them to inherit our hotness. Not to mention our skills in bed."

"Or couch."

"The girls must be pretty like you."

"The boys must be attractive like you."

"Don't worry, they will."

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Jesse and Beca held their wedding at the Stapleford Park. Most of the guests were provided with plane ticket to get there.

Donald and Stacie attend the wedding together. Stacie wears a blue dress with a strap on her left shoulder, and the long dress is made from chiffon from her knee to toe, showing her legs. The dress shows her glamorous body, as she walks in the wedding venue. Donald wears a white shirt, black tux. His tuxedo are left unbutton, making him look more appealing.

They walk together side by side, with their fingers lock, and smile plastered on their faces. As expected, their arrival causing a stir of surprise to the guests, especially fellow Trebles and Bellas, who are not aware of their relationship.

Once they are seated, the event starts with Jesse's entrance followed by Beca. Both of them look neat and classy, and of course, happy. When the ceremony is done, they move to another hall for the buffet.

"Stacie, Donald, you guys are hooking up with each other?" Chloe interrupts them.

Stacie hugs the girl, "Chloe! Actually, we are-"

"Engaged." Donald continues her sentence.

"Seriously? Now when do I hear a wedding bell?"

Donald and Stacie take a look at each other, "In 5 weeks."

"Oh. My. God. I am so happy for you guys!" said Chloe, half screaming.

"Chill there, I am about to tell everyone. Don't blew it, ginger."

"The name is Chloe, Donald."

"I know. Now, silent." Donald winks at Stacie, "Ready, miss?"

"Ready as you are, mister."

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The announcement brings everyone to their joy, and everyone happily accept the fact that both of them are indeed, meant to be with each other.

Lily, Unicycle and Donald settle their long-term-complication, and it turns out that Lily are pregnant with the junior Unicycle for 2 months.

"Should I get both of you the best bed in the world?" Amy speak with her Aussie accent. "You know, considering that, its your expertise,"

"We don't really mind about the presents,"

"What matters is you guys are coming. If not, I will not attend your wedding."

"That sounds like a threat, dude." Bumper speak while he place his hand on Amy's waist.

"It is a threat."

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Their wedding day takes place at Donald's very own house compound. They invite 500 people to be there, to celebrate their wedding.

Stacie put on a white wedding dress, the design is pretty simple, yet it took everyone's breath away (especially Donald) upon her arrival. She enters the ground alone, before Donald, dressed in black tux complete with bow tie of the matching colour, took her hand.

"Stunning." He whispered to her.

"Attractive." She whispered back.

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"You may kiss the bride."

Both of them hold each others' hands, and look into each others' eyes before touching their lips together.

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It seems that their love nest has been decorated and rearranged, so a bed can fit in the place. Donald insists on spending their wedding night here, maybe because this place happens to be the place when they first 'connected' to each other.

"She decorates this place really well,"

"Can't mess with an architect who also works as a fashion designer,"

"But we don't have a bathroom here."

"We won't be needing it."

"Actually we do. Its pretty much essential."

"Not today. You will spend the next few hours in this bed. You can use the loo later."

"I am not talking about the loo, I'm talking about the bathtub."

"Why bathtub?"

"I want to take a bath with you."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"I'll take you to the bathroom tomorrow."

"How?"

"I'll carry you. Bride style."

a/n: Hey there! This is pretty much the end of 'Basement', hope you guys like it! Thanks for reading this fanfic, I really appreciate it! Reviews please :)