Curls: Chapter 17

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Harry

"What do you mean you aren't getting married right away?" Mom questions Ara and I.

Our hands intertwine as Arabella starts to explain our thinking process. "I really do not want to get married pregnant. I am always in the public's eye and it will look very suspicious. Aside from that, I want our child to be part of the wedding. We agreed that waiting three to four years isn't going to kill us."

Mom stands up, furious. "Harold! She's pregnant already! What are you waiting for?"

"We want--."

"Screw what you want! I am pay for half the wedding so my input is key."

Arabella smiles sweetly at my mother. "Actually, Harry and I would like to pay for everything."

"But--."

"Mother," I cut her off, "we are adults with a child on the way. Our family comes first, even if it means putting an extravagant wedding off for a few years."

My heart doubles in this moment. Arabella is certainly the love of my life and I'm elated to start a family with her, even if the order is all wrong.

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Her father stares me down as her mother thanks the lord for giving her another grandchild. Roberto's wife is six months pregnant and sometimes I feel bad for her. Her mother in law is pressing for a grandchild when she's already going to get one.

From what I've caught on the family does not approve of his wife.

"A baby?" Alfonso says slowly, more to himself than anything. "My sister is pregnant? It really does only take once."

Jamie slaps his brother on the back of the head. "Stupido. She wasn't a virgin! Look at the guilt on her face."

My gorgeous woman certainly is an open book.

Arabella excuses herself to the bathroom. From here we can hear her vomiting. All eyes turn to me and I excuse myself. My fiancé sits on the bathroom floor with her head in her hands.

Headaches and vomiting have become her new routine. I don't know what else to tell her, so I tell her the same thing every time.

"I love you."

She glances up at me. Those brown eyes of hers blink and little tears follow. "I love you."

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