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“Em, I’ve literally seen every inch of you naked, licked every curve and crevice. And you’re shy about peeing? Really?”
“Yes, so turn around and switch on the tap.”
“Okay, you win.” Josh places his hands up and pivots on his heel, before running the water in the basin.
I do what I have to do. As soon as the toilet flushes, Josh spins around. “Did it work? Are we pregnant?” he asks eagerly.
I laugh. “You have to wait a few minutes. Put a timer on for three minutes.”
We sit there, holding hands on the floor of the bathroom, and wait what has to be the longest three minutes of my life. As soon as the timer goes off, Josh snatches up the stick and turns it over.
“Yes! I knew my swimmers were fucking good,” he shouts. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole damn house heard it.
“Oh my God. Josh, it says pregnant.”
“Yeah, I can see that. How do you feel?” he asks.
I can’t help the tears forming in my eyes. “Surprisingly okay. It’s going to be okay. How do you feel?” I ask him, noticing his own eyes are shiny with unshed tears.
“I feel like the luckiest fucking bloke in the world. Thank you for giving me this. For giving us this.”
“Pretty sure you had a big part of the whole me being pregnant, Josh.”
“Yeah, I did. Fuck, Em, we’re going to be a family. You, me and this baby.” Josh kisses my lips ever so softly before stopping with an abruptness. “Fuck, Emily, you’re pregnant. You should not be sitting on the floor. Wait, do you need something? Food? You should probably eat something. Let me call the kitchen. Come on, I’ll help you back to bed.” He rambles on as we walk out of the bathroom. It’s going to be a long bloody nine months, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Are you ready to do this?” Josh asks, standing behind me and looking at our reflection in the mirror.
His hands are rested on my stomach, my very flat stomach. I’ve tried to tell him there won’t be anything there to feel for a few months yet, but he’s insistent on having his hands there.
As I look at our reflection, I can’t believe this day has finally arrived. I’m getting married today, in a fancy white dress and all. This dress is even more beautiful than the first one I had.
It has a lace bodice with long sleeves made out of the softest material I’ve ever felt. The skirt is silk with a long slit up the front of my left leg. It’s gorgeous. But my reflection has nothing on Josh’s. He’s wearing a tux, a black and white tux. It should be illegal for that man to wear a suit. Just looking at him now, all I can think of is stripping him down and doing very unspeakable things to the body I know he’s hiding underneath.
“More than ready.”
“Let’s do this then. Shall we?” Josh turns and holds his arm out for me. I hook my hand in the loop of his elbow.
We decided to walk down the aisle together. I didn’t want anyone to give me away if I couldn’t have my dad. Josh’s theory was that I already belonged to him, so no one else had a right to give me away.
I’m glad that we are side by side, that I can lean on him as everyone turns and watches us walk down the red carpet.
My eyes take in the beautiful setup Mrs. McKinley has managed to arrange in such a short timeframe. There are two rows of white wooden chairs seated in front of a gazebo, which is covered in pink and white flowers climbing up the sides and arching over the top.
“This looks like something out of a fairy tale, Josh,” I whisper.
“Didn’t anyone send you the memo, Emmy? You’re my queen. A queen deserves only the best.”
“If you make me cry and ruin my makeup, I’m going to stomp this stiletto heel into your foot.” I laugh. “Thank you for doing this. I couldn’t have pictured anything more perfect.”
“Even with mascara running down your face, you’d still outshine any fucker here, Em.”
We make it to the front. Josh leads me onto the pergola. Now that I’m standing under it, I feel like I’m on a stage. I look back at all of our family and friends. I’m really glad they’re here to share this day with us.
My mother is sitting next to Josh’s mum. They’re both crying, already dabbing their eyes with tissues. Ella and Dean are sitting next to them with Sam on the end, his crutches leaning against the chair. He smiles a huge smile at me. How the guy can even stand being near me after what I did to him, I have no idea. He says that all is forgiven and water under the bridge. But I still feel a little bad for shooting him. I’d do it again though, if it meant getting to Josh.
On the other side of the aisle are Zac and Alyssa. Ash sits between them, his eyes wide and glued to me. I’ve grown really fond of that kid over the last few weeks. Reilly and Bray occupy the next seats over. Wait, is he? Oh wow, Bray looks like he’s trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes. I catch him though; he knows I’ve seen him do it and he just smiles at me. The couple has one beautiful red-headed little girl on each of their laps. Those twins are bloody adorable, but I pray to God I do not end up with two babies. They’re hard work.
Turning my attention back to Josh, the celebrant begins to talk. I get lost in Josh’s gaze and it’s not until he squeezes my hand to get my attention that I realise I need to focus.
