About Time

Chapter Thirty Nine - Dress Shopping

Okay, so this is the real chapter.😂 And yes, the beginning is the same. I had asked my friends for help continuing from where I'd left off and Abigail decided to bring in Adam Sandler and Space Jam so I told her I would post it and I'm not even sorry because let's be honest, it was pretty funny.

My friend, Janice conTROYEbartomlinson starting writing a Tronnor fanfiction so if you like them you should go read it. Actually go read it even if you don't like them. It would mean a lot to both me and her.

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~K

"I'm sorry we couldn't go." Gillian apologized for what must have been the tenth time. She and Cal hadn't gone to Miami for a week stay at a resort, which had been their Christmas present from Emily. But Gillian hadn't been feeling too great lately and the doctor didn't thinking traveling so far would be a good idea. Gillian was 27 weeks today. She could technically carry the baby another 13 weeks but everyone knew she wouldn't. Mainly because it was too risky. Gillian's blood pressure was still high, high enough now along with a other symptoms, that a few weeks ago, Dr. Ryan had diagnosed her with preeclampsia. She was probably going to be on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy. She was currently sitting on the couch watching reruns of The Golden Girls.
Cal had gone to work and Emily had just come down from bringing Sophie upstairs for her nap. Her dad had sent her over so Gillian wouldn't be by herself.
"Gill, it's fine. Stop apologizing. I wouldn't have let you go anyway. You need to take it easy."
"You know, you beginning to sound a lot like your dad, Em."
"You should expect that by now."
"Believe me. I do."
Emily sat down and changed the subject.
"So did Dad ever okay your date for the wedding?"
"Yes, he said July 29th is fine with him."
"You know you're going to have to get your dress as is or with very few alterations, right?"
"I know. But at least I won't be pregnant and look gigantic in all of our photos."
"You were pregnant for your engagement pictures." Emily pointed out.
"I also happened to get my maternity pictures on the same day." Gillian reminded her. They'd gotten them done last week and both shoots had taken a total of seven hours.
"Point taken."
"We don't have to wait that long to get your dress though."
After deciding that they would have a small wedding with only family and close friends, Cal had handed all planning to Gillian. She, Emily, and Ria ran with the freedom and the kitchen table soon turned into Wedding Central. It was covered in magazines, event planners, checklists, fabric swatches, flowers, anything and everything.
"I don't need a special dress to sit in the front row, Gill."
"I don't want you to sit in the front row."
"What do you mean?" Emily asked, a little confused.
"Em, will you be my maid of honor?"
"Of course!" Emily squealed.
Emily thought the best thing about the whole situation was the grin that came over Gillian's face.
She shot up from her position on the couch and enveloped the older woman in a hug.
"I love you, Gill."
"I love you too, Em."
"When do you have time to go dress shopping?"
"I only have one class tomorrow morning. I should be out by ten."
"I have a doctor's appointment at eleven. You can come with me and your dad and then he can head back to the office and we can go look at dresses. We can look for Sophie's flower girl dress too."
"I'm so excited!"

Emily met them at Dr. Ryan's office the next morning after class.
"Morning Em. How was class?" Cal asked, pulling her into a big as they walked inside.
"Boring. I hate math."
"We know."
Gillian went and checked in and they only sat for a few minutes before she was called back. A nurse asked the normal routine questions and then Dr. Ryan came in.
"Good morning, Gillian. Dr. Lightman. Sophie." She nodded at each of them in turn. "And you must be Emily." She said, turning around.
"That's me."
"Decided to bring the whole gang today, didn't we?"
"Yep." Gillian giggled.
"Well, let's check on the baby. Lift your shirt for me please?"
A few minutes later, the baby appeared on the little screen.
"She looks good!"
Gillian sighed in relief. For the last few weeks, her fears had come back. Fears that something would go wrong and something terrible would happen.
"She's actually a little big. She's measuring about two weeks early. Sometimes, some babies just grow a little faster than others. But on the bright side, if everything still looks good, we might be able to deliver you a little earlier than we originally thought."
"When would that be?" Gillian asked.
"How does about eight more weeks sound? We can go ahead and schedule your delivery today. Just see the receptionist on your way out."
"Okay." Gillian responded with a giant smile.