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I thought preparing a small wedding would be easy. It wasn't.

When we agreed on a date we had opted for a courthouse wedding, simple and easy. We didn't have to worry about themes and flowers, we didn't have to think about food or drinks. We would have just gone up there in front of a judge and said our vows, with the respected people present at our sides, it would have been easier but then I changed my mind. I didn't want to marry him in a boring old courthouse, in a place where divorces happen too. 

I wanted to walk to him, even if it was alone. I wanted to remember the day as what it would be, a special day. I wanted to eat cake and dance with him, I wanted others to see that the love we had was real. I wanted all I could get my hands on, greedy and selfishly I wanted it all, I wanted everyone to know that Chris was mine. So I told Chris about it, I told him how I wanted more. 

He gave it to me or as much as he could given the short time. 

With only nine days to work with, I juggled college, work, moving and wedding planning. It was a struggle to do so much in that time frame, especially when I got tired easily. When I woke up with a deep uneasiness, when at random hours I craved foods that I had never tried. My feet aching from moving around too much, Chris soothing them with skilled fingers, massaging away the pain at night. 

It was a small pleasure when he did that, taking both my feet in his lap as we both talked about our day. Talking aimlessly about nothing and everything, from the new personnel at the hospital to the wedding. His arms holding me and moving me when I fell asleep on the couch, always taking care of me. 

Chris helped as much as he could, giving his opinion on the music and colours. Coming with me to choose the furniture for the new house, driving me to school when he could before he had to go to work. 

On the second day of juggling four things at once, Chris suggested I stop working, that I had a lot to do already and stress was of no good for me or the babies- the two babies he would murmur goodnight and goodmorning to each day, kissing my belly before kissing my lips, falling asleep with his hand around my stomach. 

He had a point, I did start having these headaches by mid day, thinking and thinking about all that was left to do. A frown always on my face as I failed to remember things, worry picking at me as I started thinking about not being able to finish in time. 

I caved with that, telling my boss that I needed to terminate my employment before the given date I had told her long ago. She understood, letting me go and finding someone to take over me the next day and like that I became jobless. 

But I wasn't complaining, not as I still had more things to do. There was still college, moving and venue preparations. But college was easier, only taking up half my days and it wasn't as if I was totally immersed with college. I wasn't, not as I should be with my finals coming up but I could worry about it when they neared. 

Packing and moving, I didn't struggle as much as I should nor with decorating the backyard for the wedding, not as Lilith and Nathan were helping me. It was odd but not seeing them together, as a couple. I mean I wasn't judging them, after all I saw how she looked at him and the other way. 

With Nathan helping me, I didn't find it weird or awkward considering he was friends with Elijah. There was the unspoken thing, talking about everything except him. 

With both of them, it got easier to pack the house up or well most of it. The furniture would stay, except the couches and mattresses considering Chris didn't like the idea of his parents sitting or sleeping on something we had done more than was appropriate. But packing up I was amazed at the amount of stuff we had gathered throughout the months, or well what I had gathered. 

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