Page 124 of This Memory
“I do! I do!” Gavin quickly stated.
I shot Pastor Mike a warning. “I take him for all the good and the bad, rich and poor, sick and healthy. Yes, I do.”
His eyes bounced between me and Gavin. “Um, right. Okay. Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Gavin quickly kissed me on the lips before I pushed him back. “Get me out of this dress and back into my sweats and T-shirt.”
“I’m going to go sign the marriage certificate.”
“Thank you so much, Pastor Mike! You’re the best.”
He shook his head with a smile and said, “Good luck, and may you have a safe delivery. Blessings!”
“Thanks,” Gavin said, gently pushing him out the door then locking it. He turned to me. “You realize we’re going to have to do that again the right way.”
I noddedand quickly got undressed.
When I pulled the T-shirt I’d worn to the church over my head, Gavin stared at it. “You’re going to wear that to the hospital to give birth to our daughter?”
I glanced down. “What’s wrong with this shirt?”
“It’s a picture of a moose singing into a microphone and saying,It’s Perry, bitch.”
Looking at my shirt again, I smiled. I had been a huge Britney Spears fan back in the day, and when I saw this shirt I knew I had to have it.
“I’ll have you know, I get asked about this T-shirt all the time. It’s my good luck shirt.”
“That’syour good luck shirt?”
I nodded—then clutched my stomach. “Another one’s coming.”
“Shit!” He quickly dropped to the floor and helped me get my sweats and shoes on. Someone started knocking on the door just as Gavin helped me stand up.
“My bag!” I said, pointing.
“I don’t suppose this is your hospital bag?”
Laughing, I opened the door to see my mother and Rachel. Behind them were our fathers.
“Mom, can you swing by our place and get my hospital bag?”
“Drake, can you get the car seat?” Gavin added.
A couple of feminine gasps broke out as we walked down the hall.
“You haven’t put the car seat in yet?” Rachel chastised. “Gavin Quinn, I told you to do that!”
“I thought I had time!”
“She’s thirty-eight weeks! What were you waiting for?” shesaid.
“Mom, now is not the time for a lecture.”
Aurora ran up next to me. “Pastor Mike signed the marriage certificate, and I have it.”
“You got married without us!” my mother cried.
“Not now, Mom. I’m kind of in the middle of having a baby!”
