𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞

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|| 25th March 2013

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With a week until the wedding, Gabby knew that she had to start to prepare for everything. Being 8 months pregnant did seem to have an issue, she had to get a  new dress which she knew would cost money.

And so she started to look around in her wardrobe, as she pulled out a bunch of her old dresses from her wardrobe she tried them on in front of the mirror, praying she'd find one that actually looked good.

Gabby collapsed into her bed and sighed deeply, she was stressing out and she had so many questions running through her head. Fatboy sighed softly as he leaned on the doorway, watching as Gabby looked through dresses.

"I have an idea?" he suggested softly as he slowly walks over to her, he gently sits down next to her on the bed.

"What idea?" Gabby asks, placing the dresses in the wardrobe.

"Well, you're gonna have to get a new dress...right...?" he asks gently as he looks over at he, he slowly lays back onto the bed.

"Yeah..." Gabby groans, rolling her eyes, lying back onto the bed as well.

"So...how about we get one...together...?" he asks her as he puts his hand on her shoulder, he looks at her with a small grin.

She leans up and stares at him puzzled. "Wouldn't that just bring us bad luck?" Gabby scoffs, folding her arms.

"Why would it bring us bad luck...?" he asks her back as he tilts his head, a light chuckle escaping his lips. 
"It's just buying a dress together...isn't it?"

"I know." Gabby gets up and grabs a jacket. "It's just...I don't wanna take any chances" she breathes deeply and wraps the jacket around her.

"What do you mean...take any chances?" he asks heras he sits up and watches her get up.

"I've had bad luck for years, I just want this day to go well...please?" Gabby spoke softly, placing her hand under her stomach.

"Okay... so... you just want one nice, smooth day...without any of the bad luck...correct?" he sighs gently.

"Correct." Gabby nodded, walking out of the bedroom and over to the kitchen. "I'm gonna grab my keys and go shopping for some dinner, I'll be back later...okay?"

"... okay..." he softly replies back as he watches her leave, watching as she closes the door behind her.

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Gabby finally returns, clearly shattered from all of the shopping. She collapses onto a chair and sighs deeply as she tilts her head back,  just a few minutes later, FatBoy wakes up, he notices that she's home. He gets up from the sofa and walks over to her. "Hey, how's the shopping go?" he yawns, leaning against the counter next to her.

"Alright" Gabby smiles softly, placing a bag on the table. "I got some last minute stuff, like some hair things for Connie"

"That's good then..." he nods back to her, he picks up the bag and begins to rummage around it. "Anything fun though?" he says back to her as he's checking the bag.

"I got you a chocolate bar, so calm down" she giggles, sliding him a chocolate bar with a grin. "your favourite!"

He chuckles softly as he takes the chocolate bar from her, he quickly tears the wrapper off and puts the bar in his mouth, slowly beginning to chew it.

"you're such a child!" she scoffs, looking up at him. "I'm gonna go bed, I'll see you later on."

He just chuckles again as he finishes the bar and places the wrapper down onto the counter top. "You sure you don't want me to come with you to bed now...?" he asks her with a cheeky smile.

Gabby turns around and rubs her stomach. "Pregnant, remember?" she grins, tilting her head.

He chuckles to himself, he slowly steps towards her and begins to gently rub her stomach again. "Yeah...but a little bit of cuddle wouldn't hurt would it...?" he says back to her with a sly smile.

"Suppose not" she smiles, kissing his cheek.

He smiles gently, as he slowly pulls her into himself,  he wraps his arms around her fully and gently puts her head onto his chest.

"this time next week, I'll be Mrs Chubb." Gabby smirks, looking up at him softly. "Then we will be a proper family."

"And then a few months after that...we'll be a family of four..." he murmurs back as he ruffles her hair gently,  he leans down and kisses her gently on the forehead. "Our little family..."

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