Good Girl Gone Bad: A Y/N x Bruce Kulick Story

United At Last

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, running a hand along my baby bump with a smile. It was small, as I was only three and a half months along, but I didn't care. It was accentuated so beautifully by the white chiffon wedding dress that was tightly hugging my body. I adjusted my veil, about to walk out to the aisle, when the door to the bridal dressing room opened and Eric walked in, giving me a smile. 

"Eric! You're Bruce's best man, you're supposed to be up at the front of the venue!" I cried. 

He shrugged, giving me a ginger hug, careful not to smush my baby bump. 

"I know, I know, but I've got time! I just wanted to check up on my baby sister! And my baby niece or nephew," he said, looking at my baby bump with a soft smile.

I took his hand, putting it on my belly, feeling the baby move even though I knew he couldn't. He gave me a wide smile, eyes welling with happy tears.

"I'm so proud of the person you've grown up to be," he murmured. "I love you so much, and I'm so happy you and Bruce are so happy together."

"Me too. And it's all thanks to you," I said, giving him a hug. "Now get out there! You really do have to go!" 

Giving me one last quick hug, he walked out of the room. There was a pause before the door opened again and Dad walked in. 

He gave me a smile and a hug, kissing me on the forehead. 

"Oh my baby girl's all grown up," he said, eyes filling with tears as he took my arm and led me to the aisle. 

I looked up at Bruce who was standing at the altar, feeling tears of my own welling up in my eyes. He was the man I loved with my whole heart, more than I had ever loved anyone, and he loved me just the same. I held the bouquet low in front of me so I could rest even just a bit of my hands against my baby bump, loving the feel of my rounded firm stomach, knowing that our child was growing there. 

The wedding was beautiful, with both Bruce and I crying as we tried to profess our vows, at last saying 'I do' and exchanging rings, finally united in marriage. 

"You may now kiss the bride," the officiant said, and Bruce wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a deep kiss. 

I kissed him back, happy tears streaming down my face, never wanting the kiss to end. 

The months flew by, and it felt like no time at all before I was nine months pregnant, only a week and a half from my due date. Only a week and a half away, and yet I was kissing my husband farewell for the next two days.

"And you're sure you're okay with this?" he asked for the millionth time, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm absolutely positive. We've got a week and a half before our baby gets here! You're gone for two days," I said.

"Dammit I can't believe Paul would agree to a show in LA now of all times," he growled.

I took his hands, putting them on my baby bump and he smiled as he felt our child squirm around, kicking gently at his hands. 

"Babe, it's going to be fine. They won't get here until the week after next. You'll be gone for two days!" I said, trying to reassure him.

He let out a sigh, giving me a kiss.

"I know. I'm just worried they'll come early while I'm gone," he mumbled.

"Even if they do, you'll be able to see our baby when you come home," I said, but he shivered.

"I don't want to miss the birth of our first child. I don't want you to go through it alone."

"And I most likely won't. Now come on, you're going to be late to the airport! It's just one show, then you'll be home. I'll be watching," I said.

He smiled, giving me one last long kiss. 

"I wish you could be there. I'll see you in two days."

"I can't wait. I love you!" 

"I love you too," he replied, giving me another kiss before reluctantly letting me go and driving off. 

I watched him go with a sigh, missing him already and unaware of just how much I'd be missing him in only a day or so.