Sleeping with a lie

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LONDON!!

I called out his name in a low whisper. Theo lifted my finger which had a I.V tube on it.

"Shailene, how do you feel?"

I take a breath. "Like Shit."

"I can make some changes to that..." he egged on.

"Oh," I raised an eyebrow.

Ruining the sweet moment of horrible flirtation, Dr. West walked in the room.

"Shailene Is free to go." She says. "Her BP is normal, and the baby is doing just fine. Another a loop appointment has been scheduled for next week."

"And we shall be there, thank you." I take the piece of burgundy paper away from her finger tips.

Theo flips the covers back over and picks me up bridal style.

"We need to do something in celebration."

"Like what?" I asked.

He ran his finger over my strand of hair. "A date. Simple, and its partly cloudy."

At a random British restraunt:

I ate a caesar salad awhile we talked about the wedding.

"I want flowers and drapes." I say.

"Okay. What about the whole guest list? Is this going to be private?"

"To be honest, I really could care less if the whole world knew about our ceremony. Except you know, it would be here."

"Here?" He repeated.

"Yeah. Where else would it be?"

"America?" He chugged on his glass of water. "Why here?"

"Well, I was thinking- in the midst of my medicated coma, your second child was conceived here, you proposed to me here, and you and I had amazing sex here."

Theo smiled, nearly choking on his water. He stared at me for a couple seconds.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you're beautiful."

I giggled.

Music blasted softly from the speakers above.

"Okay- guest list." I say again. "Mom, D- Oh my God."

Dad won't be here for my wedding... no one to walk me down the isle.

"Shai..." Theo raised his hand for the check. "We'll talk about this later."

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I lied down next his firm chest. I watched it as it moved up and down. From his forearm to his hand, I traveled mine to his.

"I forgot all about him,"

"He's in a better place."

"Just not with me. He was supposed to walk me down the aisle." I shouted.

He turns my face to his. "Tanner will walk you."

I nod. "Can we make out? Something to get me less depressy?"

"Depressy? Is that the word we are using?"
I softly laugh, making it die out with my lips parting against his. His body edged over mine. I rub my thumb in a circle motion over his cheek.

I started to un button his cardigan that he had wore the day before.

Curse you female hormones.

On the night stand next to me, I click off the light.

I am in desperate need of my daughter.