The Girl with the Broken Heart (The Girl with the Heart Scar Threequel)

Getting Ready

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters except Aria, Jude, Lucy, Max, Marie, Ben, Taylor, and Reginald. Everyone else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Getting Ready

            Sunday, and the rest of the week, was spent planning the wedding. My mum and Mrs. Weasley were doing everything but George and I agreeing on the final plans. We wanted the wedding to be on the beach at the Shell Cottage and Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was the Minister of Magic, was gonna marry us. I got my wedding dress on Wednesday and it was close to the one in the dream. It was simple and strapless and a little bigger than my normal size since I was already started to pooch out. Everything else was set. The flowers were stargazer lilies and roses, the colors were purple and silver, and the guests were all invited. It was amazing how fast we pulled this wedding together.

            I also had a doctor’s appointment during the week. It was a check up on the twins and myself to see how we were doing. The twins had a strong heartbeat for their size and the doctor said that was good. The only thing different about me was my breasts were more tender but that was just normal for pregnancy. I was glad everything was good and George was too. We had moved into the flat above the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and our house was supposed to be done by August. We just couldn’t wait until we were finally married and in our house and with our twins.

            I woke up on April twenty-fourth in my almost empty bedroom at my parents’ house. Everything but the two guest beds, my bookshelf, and a suitcase were at the flat and it was weird to see my bedroom this empty. I had stayed there Friday night because George and I agreed we wouldn’t see each other until I was walking down the aisle. And with that being at four p.m., there was a lot of time I had to go without seeing him. It was definitely weird not walking up by him but knew I would be every morning for the rest of my life. I smiled thinking about that and sat up. I couldn’t believe it was actually my wedding day. I felt nervous and happy at the same time. I looked at my left hand and stared happily at my ring. I sighed and suddenly wanted to be with George. Five hours was too long to be separated from him. Why did I agree to get married in the afternoon? I sighed and sat up in my bed.

            “Aria! Come eat breakfast so that we can start getting ready!” My mum called up the stairs. “It’s a big day today.”

            I smiled again and got out of my bed. Downstairs, Mum had made blueberry waffles and orange juice. I took my place at the table and took my place at the table and took the prenatal vitamins she had set out for me. My dad looked over at me and asked, “Nervous?”

            I nodded. “Yea h but also happy.”

            “And you’re missing George.” Mum added as she joined us at the table. “I missed your father like crazy before our wedding.”

            “Not as much as I missed you.” Dad said. “I apparated to your house but your dad made me leave.” Mum and I laughed.

            “Good thing too. It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”

            “What about writing?” I asked; wanting to at least talk to George, even if it was through a letter.

            Mom smiled. “Write him whatever you want and I’ll bring it to him. But after you eat.”

            I rolled my eyes and started eating. When I was done, I went into the sitting room, grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, and started writing George.

            George,

            I can’t believe we’re actually getting married today. A year ago I didn’t even think of you this way but now I’m glad I do. You are my soul mate. I love you and our twins and I can’t wait to be your wife. I missed waking up by you this morning but I know I will tomorrow and every day for the rest of our lives. I’ll see you this afternoon. I’ll be the one in the white dress. I love you,