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sink into his side and chest, his arms looped around my sides so he

can rub my stomach methodically.

While I’m not showing, and it’s still so early to learn I’m pregnant, I

can see this being a moment that neither of us will ever forget. It’s

perfect, he’s perfect, and under our little willow tree, we will build the

most perfect life imaginable.

THE BIG DAY

Leah

Three Months Later

I thought walking a man through the process of fixing a car when he

has no mechanical history in the slightest was a difficult task. It was

even more difficult when I just wanted to dig my hands into the

project myself to get it done perfectly, but I managed to hold back.

That was difficult too.

But now I’m facing the worst trial of all.

Getting into this damn dress with my hips holding a few extra

pounds that sink from my stomach. I’m showing a little bit already.

The fear of people thinking I’m having several babies instead of one

just by the gain of weight alone is already on my mind. Thankfully, I

don’t struggle too long.

Percy comes into the bedroom in his suit, his white bowtie perfect for

the occasion. “Let me help you, darling.” He comes around me,

tucking my hair to the side while he easily zips up the side of my

dress. I grumble to myself, and he just laughs. “Oh, relax, darling. It’s

okay to ask for help, right?”

“Yeah, but I just wanted to remind myself I’m not totally useless.”

“You’re not,” he laughs. “Now, let’s get going. The guys will be here

soon, and we can have Reggie or Storm drive the classic car to the

venue for us.”

My lips purse in disagreement. “Wait, why can’t we?”

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