My Protector: The Bad Boy | Protector 1.3

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

       "Babe, are you almost ready?" Grayson asked as he walked into our bedroom.

       I nodded, looking at myself in the full length mirror. I usually wore loose-fitting shirts or Grayson's hoodie so my bump wasn't as recognizable. But this time, I couldn't wear either of those. Elliot got the dress fitted so it was loose around the stomach, but I was afraid people would notice that I was pregnant.

       "Be honest," I said. "Is it noticeable?"

       "Well....yeah," Grayson admitted. "But that's only because I know you're pregnant. It might not be as noticeable to those who don't know. Besides, I doubt we'll see anyone we know at the wedding who doesn't already know."

       I sighed. "Yeah, I guess."

       Grayson walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You look gorgeous," he murmured before kissing my cheek.

       "Thanks," I said with a faint smile. His words, no matter how simple they were, always made me feel better. That was one thing I loved about him. Everything he said to me had so much meaning, no matter how simple the words were. 

       "We should go," Grayson said. "The wedding is in two hours and knowing my cousin, she's going to be freaking out and needing a lot of help."

       "Okay," I said. Grayson took my hand and led me out of the apartment.

       We got to his car and he drove to the venue where the wedding was taking place. It wasn't that far away from the apartment since we lived close to the beach and both Laughlin and Elliot wanted a beach view.

       As soon as we got to the venue, Laughlin's grandma, whom I never met before, approached us. Grayson must have met her before because of how they talked to each other. 

       Laughlin's grandma, Lisa, led me to the room where Elliot and the rest of the bridesmaids were, all of which were her cousins. There was Gale, and her other cousins Emily and Hannah. I met them once when I went to one of Grayson's family picnic when we were both in the eleventh grade. They were both thirteen at the time, so they were fifteen now.

       Grayson's six year old sister, Ginny, was the flower girl and she looked absolutely adorable in her dress.

       "Poppy!" Ginny exclaimed when she saw me. She ran over to me and wrapped her arms tightly around my legs. "I haven't seen you in so long! Is my brother here?!"

       I knelt down in front of her. "Yes, he is. You'll be able to see him later."

       "Yay!" she said with a smile. The last time Ginny saw Grayson was on her sixth birthday, which was in July. Since Ginny lived with their parents, Grayson rarely saw her. He refused to go to his parents' house, so Gale took Ginny out for her birthday dinner and brought Grayson along as well. Ginny really missed Grayson.

       "Poppy, thank goodness you're here," Elliot said. She was wearing sweats and a very loose shirt --possibly one of Laughlin's. "I am freaking out here. Am I doing the right thing? Should I really be getting married at nineteen? Should we hold it off?"

       "No, of course not," I said. "To the last question, that is. You love Laughlin, right?"

       "More than anything," Elliot said.

       "Then there's your answer," I said. "If you love him so much, there's no point of waiting if you're going to marry him eventually."

       Elliot gave me a thin smile. "That's what Laughlin said. Why wait?"