Page 150 of Give My Everything
I’m going to give my everything to Ben when I become his wife, and in return, I’m going to be getting more.
So, so,somuch more.
EPILOGUE
REMMY
“You look beautiful,” Ben says for at least the third time so far this evening.
He looked a little bowled over when I came down the stairs in a sweeping gown with a deep V and a small train. It was the exact reaction I’d been hoping for.
“I know I decided to go with a maternity dress, but I didn’t realize just howmaternityit was,” I reply, adjusting the fabric around my middle.
At twenty weeks, it’s not realistic for me to smuggle my tummy around anymore, so I decided it was time to lean into it. Celebrate it. Stop keeping it a secret.
But that doesn’t stop me from being self-conscious about the way my body is changing, growing larger every day.
Ben grabs my hand then replaces it with his own, his palm flat on my stomach where our son or daughter continues to float around, nestled safe and warm inside of me.
“You lookperfect.”
I look up at the man who makes me feel like a beauty queen even on the days when I feel like a swollen hippo.
“Youlook perfect,” I reply. “I look like I’m smuggling a watermelon full of snacks into a movie theatre.”
“I don’t…know how to respond to that?” he says, his voice tilting up at the end in confusion.
I giggle. “Don’t worry about it.” Then I lift up on my toes and press a kiss to his lips. “I’m here and I’ll get through the night even though these shoes are killing me. They really should tell you not to wear heels when you’re pregnant.”
“It makes you look like a badass, though,” he says, a mischievous gleam in his eye.
It’s weird. I always assumed my body in its best shape was what men wanted, which is why I’ve been getting nervous as my stomach has continued to grow, wondering how Ben will respond to my changing form.
But the sex has beenamazing, especially since I’m at the part of pregnancy where I’m pretty much only one of two things: nauseous or horny.
Ben is always quick to help with either.
“Oh my gosh, Remmy, you lookgorgeous.”
We turn to where Hannah and Wyatt are approaching us, both also dressed in black tie.
“Thank you. So do you,” I reply, taking in Hannah’s long, pale pink dress with a hint of the roaring twenties.
“I’m assuming if you’re wearing that, you’re sharing the pregnancy?” she asks, her eyes twinkling as they glance to my baby bump.
I rest my hand on it and nod. “Yep. It’s just one of those things. I can only hide away for so long, you know?”
Hannah laughs. “You look like you’re absolutely glowing. Did I hear correctly that some congratulations are in order?”
I bite my lip and nod, sticking my hand out for Hannah to see my ring.
Ben’s proposal was…absolutely perfect, and when Hannah asks about it, I give her the bare bones: that he proposed on the pier at sunset.
I don’t dive into it too deeply.
There’s something important to me about keeping that moment to myself, knowing it was shared between just the two of us.
It was beautiful, and I love that it wasreal. If he’d tried to do something like that back when we first decided to pretend to get married, it would have been horrible.
