Chapter 4 - But You're Dead!

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By the time we pulled up at the reception, we were on a sugar high and the photographer was pissed off at us. Molly and Louis' reception was in a shearing shed just outside of town on a property her parents' own. We made it inside the shelter before it started pissing down rain. We all waltzed into the in closure to Uptown Funk and quickly seated at our assigned seats. Harry was at the other end of the table so I was wedged in between Morgan and Molly, alone with an engagement ring on my finger. Molly leaned across and slipped an ice cue down the back of my dress.

"FUCK!" I yelled, jumping from my seat and squirming around to get the block out. Molly was pissing herself laughing until I felt her tug me back into my seat, her fingers playing with my ring.

"What the fuck is this, slut?" She whispered, pushing it into my face. I swallowed nervously.

"My engagement ring. Problem?"

A smile broke out on her face and she dropped my hand.

"My Fiz is getting married!" She squeaked, wiggling in her seat. I mentally face palmed. I swear this bitch is bipolar!

"Mhmm ... Yeah," I mumbled, gazing over her shoulder. Harry was throwing playful punches into the chest of a small blond toddler, causing him to laugh loudly. I excused myself and weaved my way towards Harry. I kneeled down beside the toddler and tickled his sides.

"Who's this little cutie?" I asked, hugging him to my chest. He squirmed before smiling up at me.

"I'm Theo!" He giggled, poking his tongue out at me. I tickled him again and let him run back to Harry. "Who's she Uncle Harry?"

Harry chuckled, reaching over and snatching up my hand.

"This is Taliaha, she's Uncle Harry's girlfriend," Harry explained, pecking my lips. Theo's face contorted.

"Yucky Harry! It's ewwy!" Theo gagged, scurrying away from us. Another pair of hands rested themselves on my shoulders, shaking me from staring into Harry's emerald green eyes.

"Hello Smiley!" The man greeted, forcing me into a hug. I stood there stunned, thinking of how this was even possible.

"Papa Ed?" I whispered. I had to be seeing things. The man who was my age smiled at me, wiggling his shoulders. "But you're dead."



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