My Sweets

One More Day

BOBBY

Cake time. I stretch before getting to work. I woke up before everyone else to get started. I have a lot to do. I'm making a three tiered wedding cake and then each guest will have a small individual cake of their own. That's 75 mini cakes fully decorated. This is pretty ambitious, so I need to get started. When I decided to do this, I didn't think so many people would show up. I guess when everything is completely free, people are more excited to come. I did all the prep I could yesterday, which included a lot of the fondant flowers. I also finished all the macarons yesterday too. I'll start today with baking everything. Then I'll finish all the fondant flowers. After that I'll stack and decorate the big cake. Then I'll cutout and decorate the individual ones. Jessa didn't want me in here all day, but I'm going to be. It's these mini cakes. I really need to spend some alone time with her today. She was on my mind all night. I'm worried and I want to know why they were so suspicious last night. What didn't she want me to see? What doesn't she want me to know?

JESSA

The day seems to be slowly crawling by. I met with the coordinator and went over a few things. She showed me the decor that was already going up and it's gorgeous. It absolutely took my breath away when I walked into the ceremony room. The ceremony and reception are being held in the same room. So after the wedding, guests will be shown to a different area for cocktails and horderves while we have pictures taken. During that time, the room will be transitioned into the reception hall. She assures me they've done this a million times and it'll be no problem.

Now I have nothing to do. Waiting to talk to Bobby is eating away at me. I know Bre's right, but a part of me just wants to pretend this isn't really happening so I can enjoy my wedding. Though when she handed me a thing of prenatal vitamins to start taking, it makes it a bit harder to pretend it's not real. As the day goes on with my frayed nerves, my mood grows sour. Why did I have to be so stupid? Why did I have to screw up my birth control? This is all my fault. Bre is right. I do have Bobby, but this isn't his fault. He had no idea I missed some pills. He had no idea it was a possibility he could get me pregnant. He's completely clueless.

I wander out to the balcony and take a deep breath of the chilly air. Bre eventually finds me hiding out here. "Hey. How are you holding up?"

"My mind's a mess."

"You can't let this ruin your wedding."

"I'm trying not to, but this is huge and I'm not happy about it."

"I don't get it. You've always wanted to be a mom. You love kids. Why are you so angry and upset about this?"

"Because it's not suppose to happen like this. I'm not suppose to be knocked up for my wedding. How cliche is that? I'm so mad at myself for letting this happen. Plus I'm not ready yet. I want to enjoy more time with Bobby before we enter into that life. The timing is all wrong."

"You can't always control what life throws at you. What you can do is control how you handle it. Right now, you're not handling this at all. No matter how angry you are, it's not going to change anything. The only thing you're going to do is ruin your wedding memories. You'll regret that."

"I know." I wipe tears from my eyes. "I know you're right. I'm sitting here feeling sorry for myself, but I can't help it."

"Go tell Bobby. I think you'll feel better once you share the burden with him. Keeping it from him is stressing you out."

"I can't tell him right now. I need him to focus on the cake and finish it."

"I understand but don't put this off. You can't. You have to tell him today."