Chapter 31

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Marcia's POV
I stared at the broken glass of spaghetti sauce on the floor, and then at Jessica's dress.

"Sorry" She shrugged

"You sit, I'll go clean your dress" I smiled

"No, I'll do it, you relax" She stressed heading off into another room

I peaked around the corner to make sure she was gone and then slyly made my way to the phone. Cautiously I called John, knowing he'd be having lunch back at Paul's. Paul picked up swiftly instead.

"Hello?" He answered

"Listen, I can't hold Jessica for much longer, she just spilled sauce all over her dress and she's in the other room cleaning it" I explained

"Thanks for doing this while pregnant" Paul chuckled

"You owe me big time" I said, peaking around the corner again

"Listen, only an hour left and then we take her to the wedding, it'll all be worth it in the end" Paul assured

"I hope you're right" I sighed

"Stay strong" Paul said cheekily, then hung up

I walked over to the stair case and looking into the laundry room. Jessica sat there, scrubbing away at her dress. I carefully made my way upstairs - stoping mid way to take a break- then headed to mine and John's room.

Some how I had to find a way to get everything I needed past Jessica. Which was harder then I thought. One by one I started stuffing things into a bag, I'd tell her it was for something different. I scurried down the stairs and put the bag behind some things then went to clean up the broken glass in the kitchen.

As stupid as I was, I fell backwards and cut my hand on a big piece of glass. Panicking I tried to get up, but the baby held me down. So now, in all my great wisdom, I was stuck on my kitchen floor with a big gash in my hand. I only had one choice.

"Um, Jessica?" I yelled as tears started forming in my eyes from the pain

"What?" She yelled from the other room

"Can you come..here?" I grimace at my now gushing with blood hand.

All I needed was for her to wrap it in a bandage. As much as I didn't want her to have to bandage me up, I couldn't do it myself. Could this day get any more stressful?

Written by Hannah

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