Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He sleeps on the couch, to be respectful towards my parents, and I cry myself to sleep over how sweet and wonderful he is.
Deb calls the next morning to congratulate me on graduating, and I think it’s strangely bizarre that she asks for every detail of the day, like she’s waiting for something.
At first, I think maybe it’s some weird women sense and she knows, but I tell myself that that’s impossible. She probably just wishes she could’ve been there.
The next week and half is uneventful, and I’m actually starting to feel better physically. Of course mentally is a whole other story.
“You know, there’s going to come a time when Mom and Dad are no longer going to believe we both keep getting sick,” Gracie says as we drive home from the mall. “And you have to tell Josh! You can’t keep practically avoiding him.”
“I know,” I sigh. “I will.”
“When?”
“Maybe this weekend. After his sister’s wedding.”
“Okay,” she rolls her eyes. “Or maybe just wait until the baby is born.”
I give her a look, not appreciating her sarcasm.
“Sorry, but I really don’t think he’s going to be as upset as you think he is.”
“He will,” I sigh.
“Also, I was doing some research, and you need to go to the doctor. There’s like vitamins and shit you need.”
I don’t answer, still too afraid to accept what is, and we fall silent.
“Does it feel weird?”
“Does what?”
“Having something growing inside you?”
“Well when you put it all creepy like that, yes!” I huff. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I don’t miss her eye roll.
Deb and Matt’s fake real wedding is extravagant. It’s by far the fanciest party I’ve ever seen, next to their engagement party of course.
The drive to Long Island was extremely long, and the castle venue we’re at even has hotel rooms. It sort of reminds me of France.
France. Where I stupidly got pregnant.
I feel bile rise, but thankfully, it stays down.
Last night, at the rehearsal dinner, Josh warns me about his past hookups with a few of Deb’s bridesmaids during his ‘BL days.’ That’s what he now refers to as everything that happened before he met me, ‘Before Luci.’ He says he only cares about the after, and everything else is grouped into BL.
I once told him I fall in love with him every day, and that still holds true. He’s always coming up with these random, kind things, and it’s hard to hide something so major from him. I keep trying to focus on his endearing qualities, attempting to gear myself up to tell him, but every time I come close, I can’t do it. His words from the mall that one time keep ringing in my ear.
Josh introduces me to his Mom again, and I also meet his Dad, who is equally as intense as she is. Overall, our interaction isn’t too bad. They are so busy schmoozing with everyone that they basically brush me off. Deb was right; you’d really think this was their party.
The next morning, Deb asks me to hang out with her while she gets dressed, which is so kind and sweet considering I’m not a bridesmaid. In fact, she pulls me aside and tells me that she wishes I were, but because they ordered their dresses so long ago, and it would throw off her Mom’s precious numbers for pictures, she couldn’t add anyone else.
I’ve been horny all afternoon, and the only time I’ve seen Josh all day is during the ceremony when he’s standing up front. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him in his tux.
Afterwards, we head away from the lush gardens and into a stately ballroom. Everything is white and gold, with a hint of blush, and the entire room is covered in fabric, with flowers draping everywhere.
Finally, I feel his warm breath whisper hello in my ear just as his arms wrap around me. I lean back and drop my hand, cupping his penis.
“Luci!”
I turn around in his arms.
“It’s dark over here. No one saw.” We’re by the bar, and he hands me a drink.
“Speaking of bar. How do you not have champagne in your hand?” He laughs, taking a sip. “I don’t know about you, but this wedding is forcing me to want to drink a lot.”
“I have a better idea,” I put down my glass and kiss him.
“Now?” His eyes widen.
I take his hand and pull him in no particular direction. I walk aimlessly until I spot a random door in the hallway, and figure why not? No one is around, so I twist the handle and it opens.
“You’re insatiable lately,” he whispers, following me inside.
“Are you complaining?”
“Uh huh,” he jokes.
“Fine,” I shrug. “Go back to the party and I’ll take care of myself.”
“Like hell,” he laughs, picking me up and shutting the door behind us.
We walk in what appears to be a large storage room, with rows and stacks of tables and chairs, curtain rods with fabric hanging, and boxes thrown throughout. We both spot a couple of couches in the back at exactly the same time and look at each other. There’s enough privacy from the dividers and fabric, and I don’t have to say anything, he’s already moving us towards them. He immediately lays me down, undoing his pants and lifting my dress.