When Order Meets Chaos

Wedding Preparation

Alesana POV...

For the past two weeks, Zoey has been walking around the house stressed out and crying. She hasn't been able to concentrate on our wedding because she's been too worried about Zack finding out that Kaede is actually his son. 

Today, she and I were suppose to go to Cornell's, a luxurious bridal store. I was surprised when she beat me out of the bed and got dressed. Since finding out that Zack was Kaede's dad, she's been staying in bed well past ten in the morning with Kaede laying in her arms.

"Babe, I don't feel good." I heard her say after she walked out of the bathroom fully dressed.

"Are you trying to get out of hanging with me today, Mrs. Larson?" I asked as I propped my head up on my left elbow.

"Why would I do something like that to such a handsome man?" She asked me with a wink of her eye.

"I don't know, you tell me," I replied.

"I'm being serious, I think that I caught something," Zoey said as she sat on the bed beside me.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I sat completely up in bed.

"I've been feeling a bit nauseated and tired." She replied.

"It doesn't feel like you have a fever. Are you feeling that way right now?" I asked after placing the back of my right hand against her forehead.

"Just a little, I think it might be due to me stressing and not eating properly." She states.

"If you're not feeling better by the time we finish shopping for your wedding dress and my tuxedo, let me know," I told her, then hopped out of the bed.

"I doubt that it's anything major." She says, laying across the foot of the bed.

"That may be true, but I still want you to let me know if you're still feeling the same way after we leave the bridal store," I say to her before grabbing the clothes I hung on the inside of the closet door last night.

I looked back over to the bed when I didn't hear her respond. She had fallen asleep just that quick. I walked back over to the bed and picked up the blue throw off the chaise, then laid it across Zoey. I squatted beside her and caressed her right cheek gently.  The more I stayed there observing her, the more worried I was becoming.

"Should we be going out searching for a wedding dress and checking out venue's for our wedding reception, or should I be taking her to the doctor," I asked myself as I stood to my feet.

I walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower, then walked downstairs and began cooking a lite breakfast for Zoey and me. While the rice was cooking in the rice cooker, I headed back upstairs to our room.

"Wake up, Zoey," I say as I kneel beside her.

"I'm not asleep, baby." She groaned out with her eyes still closed.

"Maybe you'll feel better once you eat breakfast," I told her, then scooped her up into my arms.

"I can walk, honey." She uttered in between groaning again.

"I know you can, but I want to feel your body close to mine," I replied.

"Looks like food is the last thing on your mind." She blurts at the same time her stomach makes a loud growling noise.

"And it's the only thing that should be on yours, Mrs. Larson."

"Mmm, whatever you cooked smells delicious." Zoey blurted out as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. I sat her in a chair around the island, then placed a plate of food in front of her.