Sleeping with a lie

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As soon as I woke up, I made myself a nice cold glass of water. Belle had woken me up, so I might as well enjoy the early wake.

"Good morning!" I say in a small voice over her bassinet.

She yawns balling her fists up an over her head. I pick her up, and feed her warm milk, adding in the nutrients she needed. Rocking her slightly, I let her hold the bottle to her mouth.

Theo comes out from the bedroom. "Morning, love."

He shaved the beard. "WHY WOULD YOU SHAVE THE BEARD?!"

He felt his face like there was something wrong. "It got in the way of my...sexual needs."

I laugh at his words. "You looked way hotter than you do know. Why'd you grow it out anyways?"

"It's called pure laziness."

^COMMENT IF YOU WATCHED THE INTERVIEW WHEN THEO SAID THIS. HE LOOKED WAY HOTTER WITH THE BEARD.^

The nipple on the bottle pops from Belle's mouth. I smile down to her, putting the milk bottle in the sink. Theo sat next to me with his hand around both of us.

"What's our plans for today?"

"Wedding dresses, ceremony planning. All with my mother. She's huge on weddings."

Theo raised an eyebrow. "You know what I have noticed? Not one time did we ever think about the whole, getting the family and friends to the wedding..."

I gasp. "Damn right, maybe it could be like- In the woods."

"The woods? Where mass murders and perverted men hide out to snatch you up? Nuh-uh." He shook his head.

"Fine. The beach."

"Mountains. In the springs, you know the spring near the one where you get your water from? Right under the spring is a rural area for other needs." He explains.

"That would be nice,"

I take a glance a Belle. She claps along with her toys.

"Belle," I call out. "Do you want to be the flower girl?"

She stares at me with a blank face, then smiles evenly. She squeals happily saying Dada dozens of times.

"I can get used to this!!" Theo got on his knees and joined Belle in her toy playing.

One big happy family.

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Wedding parlor

Mom prayed the door open for herself and I. I take off my brand new sunglasses.

"Nice place," she sighs. "We picked a brilliant choice!"

"Oh Mom, here it comes."

"What do you mean?"

"The whole, omg, my daughter is getting married and I will pretend to cry at every single dress she wears so that we can be closer together."

"I- okay. I was totally planning that." She nodded to a employee. On her name tag wrote in cursive, Sara-Ana.

"Sara- Ana is it?" Mom shook her hand.

"Yes ma'm, Shailene, I am so glad that you are marrying Theo."

"Yep. He's a keeper."

"And your daughter- beyond cute! So, back to the wedding dresses. Do you want to try on the first pick- or?"

I shake my head yes to the first choice. Going into the back room with Sarah-Ana, I tuck in my stomach.

Minutes later.

"So... what's the theme?"

"Outdoors," I reply. She heads to the back of my dress. Oh no.

"Shailene, there is something you're not telling me."

Why would I need to tell you about my pelvis expanding, carrying a child in my own body?

"Pregnant brides have It easy," she zips up my dress. "The dresses are prettier."

I observe myself in the wall mirror. The lace material was perfect. Sara-Ana opened the door for me.

It was time.