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Neither of us wanted a whole football team of them like some of the other guys were going for.
“You look amazing,” Josie decided when I finished with my lipstick and got to my feet.
“So do you,” I said, looking at us both reflected in the mirror.
She and Ama were my bridesmaids.
Cato had Seeley and Levee as his groomsmen.
It was a small bridal party.
But it suited us.
“Ready to do this?” she asked.
Amazingly, as someone who never saw herself married and ‘settling down,’ I was. Because it was Cato. Because there was no one else in the world I’d rather spend forever with.
“Absolutely,” I agreed, taking my bouquet of red roses, and following her out.
Cato - 4 years
“I feel like this is a bad omen,” Rynn said, shaking her head in an exaggerated sadness.
She looked really fucking amazing for having spent the past sixteen hours trying to get our baby out of her body.
“That’s it,” she had said down to her belly as the nurse rolled her wheelchair up toward the maternity ward, “This is your eviction notice, dude. Like I love you and all, but I want you the hell out.”
She’d had a very up and down pregnancy.
From almost the moment the stick gave us the news, she’d could be found almost constantly with her head over the bowl.
She couldn’t eat anything down until eventually even the thought of food made her sick.
And this was Rynn.
Food was one of the most important things in her life.
So, yeah, you can imagine she was miserable for the first four months.
She lost weight. She got thin. She could be found staring daggers at me in a very ‘You did this to me’ sort of way.
But the second trimester had given her a reprieve. She stopped getting sick. Her appetite came back. Doubled. Tripled. Fucking quadrupled. She was so ravenous that even Eddie struggled to keep her full.
That was the honeymoon period.
She nested, decorating the nursery with an almost obsessive focus. She bought clothes and strollers and dragged me to the dealership to pick out a ‘safe but not completely hideous’ family car.
Oh, but then… then she got really, really pregnant. Which brought on acute back and shoulder aches and charley horses that kept her from sleeping at night. Her feet and ankles swelled, making wearing shoes almost impossible, and walking of any sort painful, so she pretty much spent the past three weeks with her legs propped up, eating ice cream, and telling the baby that it was lucky she loved it because she was miserable.
“What’s a bad omen?” I asked, turning back from the window with our baby in my arms.
“Oh, come on,” Rynn said, rolling her eyes. “What day is it right now?” she asked.
Then it dawned on me.
She’d gone into labor on Christmas Eve.
Which meant the baby’s birthday was on Christmas day.
