Last Chances

3 Months Later

The day of the wedding.

I can feel myself slowly deteriorating. I can feel myself not being able to do things that I usually would have.

We decided to get married at a local church called St Josephs under a arch way. I wore a white ballroom gown with a sweetheart neckline because thats what Peter has always called me, his little princess so today I can live up to that and also because I couldn't get anything else over my growing baby bump. I was holding a red, white and pink bouquet of fresh flowers. It is only me and Peter and both of our parents at our wedding. They are the only people that know about the cancer. Couldn't bring myself to tell anyone else. I didn't want any of my friends feeling sorry or feeling sorry for Peter as he will soon be left alone to deal with absolutely everything on his own.

Peter was wearing a dark grey suit with black tie which he looked extremely handsome in. His hair was gelled back. It was the best I had ever saw him looking and he is absolutely gorgeous all the time. 

We had one main table with everyone sitting round it me and Peter was in the centre of it facing everyone. On the table as a centre piece we had a vase with white roses. 

Peter 

Emily looked absolutely jaw droopingly gorgeous in her white princess dress. Showed of her bump magically. Cant wait for us to be a married couple with a little baby just like a happy family unit. 

Hopefully we can be like our parents married for over 20 years and still going strong. 

However we both know that that is not going to happen and is only a conspiracy.