My Better Half

14 - The Night Before

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6 weeks later

Tomorrow's the day. I'm getting married. Putting on the pretty, white dress.

Walking down the aisle. Promising myself to the love of my life and the father of my children. One person for the rest of my life.

The only person I want for the rest of my life. But tonight's not about that.

Tonight's about the dress, or lack thereof, that I'll be wearing for my bachelorette party. The drinks I can have after 9 months of no alcohol.

The dancing I can do now that I'm not carrying two humans inside of me. The sense of safety I'm going to get from being around my family.

The happiness I can't wait to feel when I attempt to crash my darling fiancé's bachelor party.

Tonight is about me. It's my night.

I finish flat-ironing my hair and flatten it down with my hand. Once I sit the flatirons on the dresser, I try to reach behind my back and zip my dress.

After frustratingly failing, Ron comes behind me and does it for me. I thank him and look back into the mirror.

"How do I look?" I question, flattening my hair once more.

"Like the prettiest woman I've ever met." Ron replies as he kisses my cheek.

"Do you think your mum is having a difficult time putting the twins to sleep? What if they won't eat because we're not the ones feeding them? Maybe we should stay home and just bring them back." I suggest nervously.

"No, absolutely not." he states before turning me around to face him.

I raise my eyebrow at him and he just smiles. He cupped his hands around my face, forcing me to look up at him.

"We're having fun tonight, okay? Because you have not had a drink in 9 months. Because I have been restricted to a bed for 6 weeks. And if anything, because our children are fine and that's something to be celebrating." Ron assured me.

"But-." I start.

"No but's! You're going to have an amazing bachelorette party and I will have the most brilliant bachelor party to ever hit the streets of London. Agreed?" he questions.

"Agreed." I mumble.

"I'm sorry, my love. I can't hear you." Ron says.

"I said agreed, Ronald." I exclaim.

"Good." he responds before giving me a kiss.

Ron tries to pull away from the kiss but I grab the collar of his jacket and keep him close to me.

He smiles into the kiss and slightly pulls his lips away.

"Don't start something you can't finish, Lenie." Ron warns.

"Are you saying I can't finish you? Because I have living proof that's not true." I joke.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" he asks.

"No, I think I'm hot and quirky." I reply.

"I think you're hot, too." Ron states.

I lead him backwards to the bed and he falls onto it, making me laugh a little. I climb on top of him and leans up, placing his hands on my waist.