Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“I know that, Tobias,” she said through what sounded like gritted teeth. “But they have an opening, and if I don’t do it today, then I won’t get to see the baby for a whole two weeks since we’re going on our honeymoon tomorrow.”
I gave up.
She’d been talking about this for days, about how excited she was to see the baby. The baby that we’d started working on no less than three weeks ago. Which was funny, since she was now eight weeks pregnant.
Audrey’s best guess was that her birth control shot had worn off before it was supposed to, and she apologized. I’d, of course, been ecstatic.
“Fine,” I said. “But you know that if we go, that I’m going to see you before the wedding, and all that bullshit about me sleeping alone last night was for nothing, right?”
That had been what bothered me the most. I’d wanted to sleep with Audrey in my arms, just like we’d done since we’d gone on the cruise together. She’d, however, won that argument. And I’d slept alone for the first time in a very long time.
It sucked.
I missed her stealing the blankets. I missed her rolling over until she was snuggled up to my side, only to roll back over moments later—with the covers.
Needless to say, I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and I was now in a grumpy mood.
“Come pick me up in five minutes,” she ordered.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my keys.
“Where are you going?” Reed and Finley asked at the same time, both of them seated on my couch and eating out of a bag of potato chips that was on the cushion in between them.
“Apparently, Audrey was able to finagle an appointment today.”
“But you’re getting married today.”
I gave Reed a look that clearly said what I was feeling.
Reed started to laugh.
“Have fun.”
“I hope you see twins.”
I flipped him off. “One is all I’m hoping to see today.”
Forty-five minutes later, I was in a state of utter and complete shock.
“You’re fucking kidding, right?” I licked my lips carefully, trying not to betray my rising panic.
The doctor, who’d been really cool with me and my misgivings at the last doctor appointment, shook his head. “Nope. There’s one. There’s two. There’s three.”
I felt lightheaded, and I lost feeling in my face as he pointed them out.
And then I fainted. Like a little fucking bitch.
When I came to, Audrey was leaning over the side of the bed looking at me.
Her eyes were wide, and she was staring at me like I’d surprised her.
“Are you okay?”
I thought about that for a moment.
My head hurt, and I was laying on a floor covered with stuff that I probably didn’t want to be laying in, seeing as it was a OB/GYN’s office, and I was about to have three kids at the same time.
“I don’t think so.”
She nodded like she knew exactly what I was talking about.
“I don’t think I am either,” she admitted. “I think this might very well kill us.”
I started to laugh, and then curled up until I was sitting up, just inches from her face.
“We’ll figure it out, honey,” I told her honestly. “Surely, with you being a nurse, we won’t completely fuck this up.”
She started to laugh. “I guess this is what you get for telling everyone you only wanted two kids.”
I thought about that.
A week ago, when my family had first started to trickle in for the wedding, I’d told my mom that we were not having more than two kids. I hated being one of nine, and there was no way on God’s green earth that I was going to do what my parents did.
My mom had looked at me, pointed her finger, and said, “You will give me a lot of grandbabies.”
And I’d said, “Bullshit Mama.”
“Serves me right, eh?”
Her smile was sweet. “Let’s go get married.”
***
3 hours later
Audrey
“Oh, my God,” I whispered frantically. “He’s going to absolutely kill me.”
Mina looked at me, then started to laugh.
“He really is. But this will be the most epic wedding video ever. Why are you doing this again?” Mina asked, eyeing my outfit.
I scratched my head as I tried not to burst into laughter.
“Well, at first, I was freaking out because I couldn’t fit into my dress anymore, because of this,” I pressed both hands to my waist and pushed lightly. “Since my one-thousand-dollar wedding dress didn’t fit anymore, I thought, well hell, I might as well just go buy a cheap dress to wear since Tobias and the rest of the crew won’t be dressed up.”
I pointed to Mina’s dress, which she’d produced from her closet. So, there was no need to go out and get fittings on her bridesmaid’s dress.
Our wedding wasn’t a formal affair. We wanted everyone to be comfortable. We wanted everyone to have fun, and above all else, we wanted this day to be remembered.