~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
listen to the song when I say, trust me it will make the entire thing so much better <3
May 21st
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//30 weeks pregnant//
"No, Mom..." I sigh, turning around from in front of the floor-length mirror where I was standing. "Don't cry..."
"I just-" Mom sniffles, reaching for the box of tissues that I noticed she has strategically placed nearby. "You look so beautiful, Sunny! I am so, so happy for you-"
"Is that why you're crying?" I question, spinning back to the reflection that has her body shadowing mine.
One of her hands crumples up a tissue and uses it to mop up her tears but the other one holds onto the top of my arm. Squeezing my skin, she rubs her thumb up and down my bare skin with a soft smile that is tainted with tears.
"I'm just really glad that you've found your happy ending,"
I nod, looking at her through the reflective glass and grinning. "Yeah, me too, Momma!"
Mom had helped me get ready this morning as well as Ingrid and the twins.
Harry, Roe, my dad and Mosi were down the hall in their own room getting ready and although we didn't spend the night apart like the tradition states, I wanted to get ready separately so our outfits could be a surprise for each other.
Don't get me wrong, my wedding dress isn't exactly a traditional wedding dress by any means. There is a sheerness to the dress, not in a revealing way, but more in an intricate way that allows for the pattern in the lace to shine as the focal point. The dress has flowy sleeves that match the free-flowing nature of the skirt and casualness that makes me feel more natural and less like a stiff bride who is worried more about the aesthetic of the day than the actual marriage.
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When I was dress shopping, I did try on more wedding dresses that felt more bridal than this one. But each time I did, I felt like an intruder standing in some pretty lace and tulle. It wasn't me and I have spent so much of my life not feeling like myself.
