The Perfect Addiction

55• Wedding Planning

Isabella's POV:

We were in the mall shopping for my wedding dress. Ava, Anna and two of Liam's cousins I got close to as time passed.

After many dresses I tried on and which I didn't like, I was about to give up and go somewhere else. Until I tried on the last one.

I was so beautiful and perfect.

It had a built in corset as the top which showed a bit more cleavage but was still proper and didn't show much but it was perfect.

I came out wearing it, everyone stopped what they were doing and glared at me.

"Umh can you say something, I feel awkward standing here." Finally someone spoke up.

"Fuck. You look so beautiful in that dress. Damn now I wish I was the one marrying you." Ava said. Everyone started laughing at her comment.

Everyone agreed on the dress and moreover I was very satisfied and happy. I looked at the price and saw how expensive it was but everyone said not to worry about it but how can I not?

But then again I really did love the dress. So of course I took it.

Damn weddings are so expensive.

We all then went to get something to eat and I had even forgotten I was pregnant. We all sat in some nice restaurant and had our lunch as girlies.

Looking around the tables, I had finally found my place in society, I had found my family.

We all talked and laughed. We went through the whole wedding plan because I was restless thinking I missed something but everyone comforted me letting me know that everything was going well. So I relaxed and enjoy the moment.

We spent the whole day shopping. I had to get a couple of snacks since this baby was craving. I mostly got ice cream and fries, the combination that came from it was amazing!

Everyone thought I was crazy for that but honestly I didn't care. I had at least two more of that to satisfy my baby and myself.

The next couple of days were spent planning and preparing for the wedding which was in a few days.

We had dinner a few nights ago with everyone and it was really fun. Everyone got along so well and enjoyed themselves. Then the other nights I spent were in my fiance's arms.

Fiance sounded good but husband would sound so much better.

We would cuddle each other, watch movies which some made me cry and Liam had to comfort me. We went for shopping and this man keeps on buying baby clothes even though we don't know the gender. It was cute seeing that. We also made love, lots of it. I was really worried at first but the doctor said it was healthy, so my mind relaxed a bit but I was still worried.

Liam and I went to more dates and he would sometimes take time off work just to spend time with me and the baby, which really warmed my heart. Having Liam around always made me feel safe and babied.

I didn't even have to do anything, he would be upset if I tried doing some work around the house, I'd give him a few kisses and he would be happy again and forget.

This man who's known as the most scary and intimidating person ever treated me with so much love and affection. He would never shout at me nor treat me badly.

I've never felt so loved and cared for but I do now. People who were strangers are now family. My relationship with my father grew stronger. We would go out as father and daughter for lunch, we talked about everything and everything that happened in the past couple of years. He told me everything about my mother, how she was and how much she loved us. My father really did love her, the way he would speak about her confirmed it more.

I told him he could move on and not hold back from the past. He first didn't want to but he did eventually. He's been dating some nice lady and I liked her because of how she treated him.

This family was unbreakable and strong. I wouldn't replace them for anything else. I even cried one time then Liam thought someone said or did something to me, the look on his face made it clear that he would've killed them but then ended up holding me when I told him that I was just thinking of us as a family.

Damn these hormones.

Liam's POV:

She rubbed her belly to remind me of what l'd already done. Maybe we hadn't planned it, but I fuck her raw every day, so we weren't surprised either.

"You look pretty in your summer dress." I smiled and placed her hand gently. "Really?"

"I feel fat." she looked down at her tiny belly even though you'd have to come close to see but then you'd think she's just bloated.

"You can't even tell you're pregnant if you're standing behind you. How does that make you fat?" I shook my head at her.

I can't remember a time where she looked bad. Especially right now. She has sun kissed cheeks, a pretty flowy summer dress. She has the sunlight shimmering off her hazel eyes.

She has a baby...my baby, inside her.

She's glowing.

They say that can happen to some pregnant women. They say sometimes they get this beautiful glow about them and it's true.
Isabella had said it and I see now that it's true.

I followed her when she started walking towards the living room. I knowing she was gonna watch her daily show.

Thought of seeing a mini princess or prince running around sounds just fine to me. I know I will spoil that kid rotten.

If my baby girl has the same glimmer in her eyes as her mother I would hand her the world if asked. Fuck, even if she didn't ask me nicely.

I would never treat my daughter the way that asshole treated his daughter. I would always protect her and love her unconditionally. No boys until she's 40.

Sounds fair.

My son would be the perfect little soul. I would teach him everything I know and always protect him and always be there for his siblings mostly her baby sister.

I be a better father figure to him and make sure he grows with everything he needs.

I can't wait to marry her and start our family.