Page 93 of Living for Truth
I take “bumpdate” pictures every week, even though there’s not much of a bump yet. In the beginning, I wasn’t smiling in the pictures. Still scared these babies wouldn’t make it past a certain point, but in the last three weeks, my smile is slowly starting to show along with my belly.
I’m still extremely anxious I’ll miscarry, but that anxiety lessens at every new milestone. Morgan’s been amazing about talking me through the steps of what would happen in worst-case scenarios. He cooks or orders whatever I’m craving, he massages my feet every night, and helps me remember to take my prenatals.
I love him so much.
Morgan comes down dressed in pressed black dress pants and a crisp white button down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms.
Mmm. I’ve never found forearms attractive, but I want to lick his while he fucks me.
Woah! Calm down, girl. You’re headed to a family event.
“See something you like, Butterfly?” Morgan drawls while giving me a devastating smirk.
“Do you know how hot you look right now? It should be illegal to look that good in a white shirt.” I can feel my cheeks heating with embarrassment that I was caught ogling him.
“Well, it should be illegal to look that good in a simple green dress, but you look delicious.” He joins me on the couch and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips.
“Thank you,” I sigh, snuggling into him. I want to do this all day. Laze around with him and Aly. Not go to church or deal with my mother.
“Are you going to be okay today?” Morgan absently rubs a hand over my belly, as he always does when we’re cuddling. It’s like a magnet for him, he can’t help but touch it.
“I’ll be fine. I still haven’t decided if I want to tell my mom about the twins, though.”
“I’m making the executive decision we won’t. Not today, at least.”
“I feel like Jake deserves to know, and he leaves tomorrow. It would feel shitty telling him in a letter when we’ve known for over two months.”
Morgan nods. “That’s true. I guess if you think Jake can keep it to himself, you could tell him, but it’s completely up to you. I’ll support whatever decision you make.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m ready!” Aly comes down the stairs wearing a cute green dress that almost entirely matches mine.
“I love your dress, Aly. Are you okay with us matching? I won’t mind if you want to change.”
“No, I’m okay.”
She’s not thinking about this as hard as I am, so I’ll leave it be, but it makes me tearup a little bit.
Once we get to my parents’ church building, we usher inside and find an empty bench in the back away from the rest of my extended family. I was hoping to see Izzy, but Wes’s tour ended at the beginning of this month, and they helped Izzy move to San Marcos last week so she can start school soon.
Wes and Elli got engaged soon after they got back, and I’m hoping we can make it out to their wedding, once they’ve set a date.
Grandma and Grandpa Monson see us walking in, and Grandpa gives me a look that says he’ll want to meet Morgan and Aly later, making me more nervous than anything.
Grandpa wants all of his grandkids to get married and have babies, and he makes it known that is his goal. He is constantly trying to set up the single grandkids with servers at restaurants, or members of the college ward he’s the patriarch over. If he finds out someone over the age of twenty is single, he goes right into matchmaker mode.
I swear if it weren’t illegal to marry your cousin he’d set us up with our own relatives.
I scan the rows of familiar faces when a tap on my shoulder grabs my attention.
My cousin Talmage stands in the aisle with a sheepish grin. “Hey, Hannah. Good to see you. Can I snag this seat next to you? I don’t need Grandpa pointing out all of the single women the entire meeting.”
I chuckle because he totally would do that. “Sure.” I nudge Morgan. “Can we scoot over, please?”
His eyes flit to Talmage and must deem him non-threatening, so he scoots himself and Aly over, and Talmage folds himself into the pew.
Morgan extends his hand. “I’m Morgan.”
