Cardigan

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Elle POV

The season restarted after having an amazing summer break. I decided to stay in Monaco and plan the wedding while Charles was racing.

"Have you and Charles talked about any venues?" Pascale asks as she looks at the colour schemes for the chairs.

"We talked about Hotel Paris, but we weren't sure if we wanted to go for that," I say.

"It is a beautiful place, but I feel like you two could find somewhere better,"

"We only wanted something small. There's not many venues like that," I say.

"It is go big or go home when it comes to Monaco," Pascale states. I look at her.

"Well, I was thinking," she nods

"Go on,"

"Your house is very big, and you have a beautiful garden,'

"Thank you. I take much pride in my garden," she smiles to me.

"What if we got married there? I mean, it's perfect it's intimate and means something to us more than what one of these venues would,"

"You really want to get married at my house?"

"We're else the amount of memories I have there that both me and Charles have there. The gardens are perfect. We can set up a canopy at the back and the aisle leading up to it,"

"I think that's a great idea. I would love for you to have your wedding at my home,"

"I've been thinking about it for some time, so I do have some ideas,"

"Then let's get planning, shall we," she claps her hands together.

Why would I want to spend so much money on a venue that wouldn't mean anything to us when I can get married in the place I fell in love with him all those years ago and its surrounded by memories of my mother, Herve, Jules and my father it's perfect.

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"How's wedding planning going," Charles asks over facetime as I place him down, doing my skincare.

"It's going great. I've found the venue,"

"You have were did you pick Villa La Vigie?" I shake my head "hotel Paris?"

"No, I didn't choose a venue like that,"

"Then what did you pick?"

"Your mothers house, your childhood home," his smile widens.

"You'd really want to get married there?"

"I do me and you, Mother, have been going over everything. How we will set it up the number of guests that will be coming,"

"Seems like you don't need my help. You and my maman have it all planned out,"

"I could always use your help but I thought it be best if you focus on racing leave this to me obviously I'll ask you what you'd like this is our wedding not just mine," I say.

"It is our wedding, but that day is all about you in my eyes,"

"It's all about you in mine,"

"You and maman planning the wedding is all I can ask for my two favourite women planning the happiest day of my life what more could I want?"

"You need to get some sleep. You've got a big day ahead of you,"

"If I win this race, I'm ahead in the championship. I just need to stay there,"

"And you will this time last year you didn't even think you'd be this close, but now look at you about to get that title,"

"I've still got 6 races left,"

"Last year Max won it with how many races left you've got this baby I know you have,"

"I love how much you believe in me," he smiles. "I best get some rest, and you two don't overwork yourself trying to plan the perfect day you need to rest to,"

"Don't worry, I'm resting. I love you,"

"I love you," he says before hanging up.

~~~~~~~

"Are you feeling alright?" Kika asks me.

"Just a bit dizzy," I speak.

"It's probably all the wedding planning the stress getting to you," Pascale says.

"Yeah, it's probably that," I say, frowning as the room spins.

The next thing I knew, everything went black, and I woke up in a hospital bed Pascale and Kika next to me.

"You gave us a scare,"

"I'm sorry, what happened?" I ask.

"You complained about bringing dizzy, then a couple seconds later, you fainted," kika tells me.

"Has the doctors said anything?"

"He's about to come in, sweetie," Pascale places her hand on top of mine as the doctor walks in.

"There's nothing to worry about. Your blood sugar was rather low," he explains. "Have you been stressed recently?"

"I'm planning my wedding,"

"That cab do it you need to be more careful keep the stress to a minimal especially in your condition," I look up at him frowning.

"My condition?"

"Yes," he noticed my confused expression. "Did you not know that you're pregnant," Both Kika and Pascale gasped.

"No, I didn't," I speak. "How far along?"

"You're around the two month mark, so that's why I'd like you to keep the stress minimal and check your blood pressure regularly," I nod as he walks out of the room.

"I'm going to be a grandmother," Pascale says, putting a hand to her mouth and then kissing my head.

"I'm going to have a godbaby," Kika exclaims.

"I'm going to be a mum," I say in shock.