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As much as I want to launch myself out of bed, I have to settle for slowly swinging my legs over the side before trying to haul myself up with one arm. I never pictured me being thirty-two weeks pregnant and huge when I wore my weddingdress.
I get taken downstairs where I discover the kitchen-diner looking like wedding fair has exploded in it. There are balloons, banners and confetti everywhere. Sylvie is going to hate us forthis.
I look over to the table and my stomach grumbles on cue as I take in the amazing breakfast spread over the table. It’s the prefect continental breakfast with everything I could want. I continue towards it with Emma, who also seems to be eyeing up the foodgreedily.
“Em, you only ate in the car on the way over,” Connie says with alaugh.
“And, I’m growing two kids over here. It’s hungrywork.”
“Agreed,” I mutter before showing a croissant in my mouth. “You only grew one, you have no idea,” I add with a wink, because I know it will wind her up. In reality, it doesn’t matter Connie only had one, because she had a hell of a time being pregnant withNoah.
“Where is the munchkin, anyway?” I ask when I’ve swallowed a gorgeous butterymouthful.
“With the guys. You should see his little suit, it’s too cute forwords.”
Emma and I are still making our way through the buffet when the doorbellgoes.
“Oh, that must be hair and make-up,” Mum says excitedly, clapping her hands in front of her before hightailing it from theroom.
We all stop our conversations and look up towards the doorway when we hear an excited squeal from Mum. We only have to wait a few seconds because she comes bouncing back into the kitchen with a very suave suited and booted Taylor behindher.
“Tay,” I shout as I slowly get up. He takes pity on my pathetic state and in seconds is in front of me and pulling me to my feet for a hug. “I’ve missed you,” I say as the first tearshit.
“Hey, don’t cry,” he says as he holdsme.
“Sorry, it’s the hormones and the fact I’m getting married today. Can you believeit?”
“No, not really,” he says, half serious and half joking. I know Taylor’s opinion of Lucas is similar to Dec’s. I’m hopeful Lucas will win them aroundthough.
“Why aren’t you with the boys?” Mollyasks.
“You really need to askthat?”
“I guessnot.”
“Hair and make-up is way more my thing than whatever boring shit they’re doing. Plus, I’m the official photographer and Lilly is a much prettier subject. Although saying that, Lucas is a fine specimen of a man,” Taylor admits, reminding me of the first time he sawLucas.
Much to my horror, I see my mum nodding her head in agreement. Thankfully, the doorbell rings again, presumably with the hair and make-up team thistime.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I say, turning back toTaylor.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Lilly,” he says, kissing my cheek. “You look really…well.”
“You mean huge,right?”
“Yeah, pretty much. Everything still goingokay?”
“Yes,perfect.”
“Who wants tea or coffee?” Connie calls out as she heads towards the coffee machine I moved here from myflat.
“I’ll help,” Taylor offers. “It’s all I seem to do these days anyway,” he mutters to himself as he walks off. I feel bad for him because he went off to London thinking he had his dream job, but his fears were confirmed on his first day. He’s basically the gofer who gets the coffee for the real photographers. His time will come; he just needs to suck it up fornow.
When Mum reappears this time, it’s still not with who we’re expecting. This time she’s hiding behind a huge bunch of flowers. She puts them down in front of me after Molly clears somespace.
I briefly appreciate their beauty before grabbing thecard.
Lilly,
