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"God, Alisha, your heart is on your tongue."
I giggle, kissing her on her cheek. My eyes wander over the girls’ outfits.
"Girls, those dresses look amazing on you."
They take a pose with their hands on their hips. They're wearing the same soft pink bridesmaid dress with a criss cross ruched bodice and slim, flowing skirt. The dress has a sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps. The crisscross straps snap in the back just below the nape of the neck in a very cool star shape. The gowns cinch at the waist, creating a flattering silhouette.
A soft knock on the door gets our attention.
"Ladies, are you ready? Because the groom is getting nervous and impatient." John's voice sounds amused as he states this funny fact. Martha walks to the door and opens it a crack, so he can't see me.
"Give us five minutes. Then we're ready."
"Oh, Mrs. Brown, can I say you're looking exquisite. I can’t wait to have a dance with you." Martha giggles like a schoolgirl and sends him an air kiss.
"Oh, God, stop it. Your daughter and an underage girl are present here. So no inappropriate kissing, you oldies," Amanda says with a whine.
Martha and John laugh loudly.
"Guess we know where Nick gets the charm from," I say with a giggle. Martha laughs as she closes the door. "Yeah, like father, like son."
"So, your boy will be a charming golden boy. And if he's smart, he'll learn how to bake sweets," Alisha states with a smile. "Then it will be a piece of cake for him to reel in the ladies," she jokes.
"Oh, God, Alisha, please." Bella laughs. "That boy needs to be born first."
"Okay, girls, it's showtime," Martha says with a smile. "Are you ready, Emma?"
"Yeah, I am."
"I'm going first, so Daddy can see my dress. Where is my flower basket?" Charlotte asks cheerfully.
"Come with me, honey. We'll get you your basket." Martha takes Charlotte's hand, and they leave the room.
"See you later, Mommy," Charlotte yells as she goes.
The girls leave to get ready for their walk. When everyone is gone, I stand in front of the mirror, smiling while placing my hands on my belly. "Okay, are you excited, little one?"
Unexpectedly, I sense a soft kick. A burst of pure happiness rushes through me as I experience my little boy's first kick. Oh my God, sweetheart. You'll make your father even more excited when he feels you. And an enormous smile sets on my face. Nick has been incredible these last few weeks. We've been busy moving, and since last week, we're living together.
The moment we showed Charlotte Nick's house, she was over the moon. She scouted through the entire mansion and then picked out her bedroom. After we finished, and she walked into her new room, she cried. Nick had an interior decorator styling it for her. The walls of her room are hand-painted in the theme of nature and animals, and she has an enormous canopy bed that she shares with her stuffed animals. They even installed a young painter's easel in the corner..
Another kick brings me back to the present, and when I see the clock on the wall, I smile. "Thanks, sweetheart. Let's go see your dad," I answer while making my way downstairs.
The girls and John stand by the door. When John hears me, he turns, and his eyes glance over at me.
"Oh, Emma, my son will have a heart attack when he sees you."
I smile. "Let's not hope so, or it will be a quick ceremony."
John chuckles.
"Are you ready, honey?"
"Yes, but can I ask you something, John?"
"Anything," he replies.
"I'd love for you to walk me down the aisle to Nick?"
