The Last Time

Then there were three.

I've been bugging him for months on his song choice, I wasn't scared about it though, his song choices were generally on point. I was more scared that he'd be the one singing it, but I actually love his singing voice. So when the song started off, I knew. It was the song he'd tell me to listen to when I felt like I was just another girl for him. An affirmation of some sort.

He sang parts of the song to me. Whispering
That this was the last time he'd fall in love.

Just like him, I'd been keeping a secret too, for the last week I'd been feeling nauseous, jitters I tell myself. But yesterday Viv told me I hadn't look so good, to which I replied that's not a reassuring thing to tell a bride. She suddenly asked me when my last period was. Then I realized. I'd been delayed, not that I would notice, with the wedding and all. We had been careful too. So I took the test, it read positive.

Suddenly I'm brought back to him singing to me, twirling me around and dipped me.

This is the last time I'll fall in love.

What if he doesn't love our baby? What if it's too early? But we've talked about it. Right?

At the end of our dance all I could say was I love you too. Because that's what I felt at the moment. And suddenly I just felt like it was the perfect moment to tell him.

So I whispered. Babe, I'm pregnant.

He lifted me up and spun me around and shouted im the luckiest man on earth!!

And then I knew he wanted it too. I'm the luckiest girl on earth.