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Kit
Earlier That Morning…
I’ve been awake…for hours. Why aren’t the other girls awake yet? Why aren’t they sickly nervous like I am? Why aren’t they on the edge of an anxiety attack? My stomach is full of angry butterflies. My heart has been pummeling my chest since Bobby and I separated yesterday, and it only got worse at bed time.
I don’t want to be apart. I don’t care about tradition. Fuck tradition! We’re already living in sin. We’re already not a regular couple from the nineteen fifties. I never wear an apron, and Bobby doesn’t set his briefcase down as I pour his morning coffee and he daydreams about his sexy secretary and ignores me.
I’m nervous as hell; not nervous to marry the man of my dreams, but I’m anxious to get there.
I’d run to him now if I could.
The girls won’t let me; I asked.
We stayed in last night and watched Disney movies – wild, right? We called Tina and made her and Evie come over, because they’re officially awesome, and since we can’t very well watch Christian Grey movies with a two-year-old around, we decided on a Disney marathon.
Since Tina’s yet to find a reliable babysitter, I intend to make the offer as soon as Bobby and I are back from our honeymoon. I can be her reliable friend. She needs time out just like any other human being, and it would be an honor if she trusted me.
It was refreshing to sit around and do nothing for the evening, but as soon as bedtime hit, the adrenaline flooded my veins and hyped me up to the point of being unable to sleep at all. I’m cruising on three hours of fitful napping, and despite strict orders to not have bags under my eyes, I still look in the mirror and grimace at the dark marks.
Summoning every ounce of willpower I possess to not step into my shoes and run across town to him, I tiptoe through my kitchen in search of coffee instead.
How are the girls still asleep? How can they be so friggin chill on the biggest day of my life?
I hit the button on my coffee machine and watch each precious drip tease me. The machine is noisy as it grinds the beans, so I’ve held off switching it on. I was being a thoughtful hostess, but the sun’s up now, so I stopped caring about pleasantries. If I don’t get my first cup of coffee ASAP, I might go insane.
Not even a full minute later, before my damn mug is full and I contemplate sticking my tongue out to catch the precious nectar, footsteps move along the hall upstairs and send my heart skittering.
Someone’s awake. That means I won’t be alone anymore – it also means my wedding day has officially begun.
I head upstairs at a jog and stop at the slammed bathroom door. The sounds of vomiting echo through the tiled room and send my own stomach queasy. After seven whole days of obstetrics lessons a’la Google, I’m going to go out on a limb and assume Izzy’s tossing her cookies.
Poor thing.
Not once has she mentioned morning sickness, but that baby is making itself known today.
I wait by the door with a goofy grin and listen as the toilet flushes and the taps turn on and off. The door opens sluggishly, and what was a desperately sad face turns to shock. She jumps back and presses a hand to her chest. “Jesus Kit! You scared the crap out of me!”
I smile. I can’t stop smiling. “Sorry. Are you okay?”
“Why are you smiling at me, jerk? Do you love scaring me, or the fact I just vomited my baby up?”
I bite my lip to temper the smile. It doesn’t help. “Baby Iz just introduced itself. She’s coming out for her auntie’s wedding. Are you okay now? Do you want some ginger ale or something?”
She shakes her head and brushes her pyjama top down over her still flat stomach. “I’m okay. I woke up fine, but as soon as I stood, I felt sick.”
“You’re good now?”
She nods.
“Is this the first time you’ve been sick?”
Again, she nods. “Yeah. I’ve felt nauseous this week, but that usually meant I’m hungry. It went away after I ate.”
“Alright, well,” I take her hand in mine, “come downstairs and we’ll have breakfast.”
“Actually, I’m not very hungry right now.”
