Curls [H.S. A.U.]

Curls: Chapter 20

Harry

"Harry!" Arabella grumbles. Pregnancy has been nice to her, me, however, not so much. "Harry, wake up."

"Yes, darling?" I ask softly, waking up from my slumber. Her five month stomach pokes out from the duvet.

She turns on the light and blinks up at me innocently. "Can you go get me some coconut ice cream bars?"

Without arguing I slip from the king sized bed and pull on the first pair of jeans I see. Baby toys are scattered all over the bedroom. Elaine and Roberto's daughter, Isabelle, was over yesterday for the first time and Arabella had to entertain the child while I was at work.

She's only a week old and absolutely adorable.

I press a kiss to the fully awake woman. "You should get some sleep. The wedding is today."

She yawns and nods her head. She snuggles back into the sheets and I contemplate not getting her treats, but that vanishes when I think of the tears I know will come if I don't get them.

The only place that's open at twelve thirty in the morning that supplies the specific treat she wants is the Walmart.

That's a fifteen minute drive from our apartment.

The things I do for love and family.

The only thing keeping me awake is the Nirvana CD playing in the background. I'm in and out of the twenty four hour store like lightening.

Arabella is awake again when I enter the bedroom with the box of ice cream and a trashcan. I set the waste bin on the floor beside her before clinging back into bed.

She grips my arm for my attention. I look over at her, my eyes drooping. Her smile is soft as she notices how tired I am.

"Thank you."

I press a kiss to her knuckles and pass out.

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"Ara, let's go! The ceremony starts in half an hour!"

She comes out of the bathroom in a beautiful green dress. It emphasises her curves and that new baby bump of hers. Her makeup is flawless as ever.

I think I'm drooling.

"Don't rush me, I had to put my face on." She waves a freshly painted nail at me and collects her purse. My eyes roll at her but we lock up and head to the car.

She awkwardly slides into the passenger's seat. I chuckle and she tosses me a glare. Together we adjust her seat further back. She sighs happy and rests her bag on her developing stomach.

We haven't really seen our families since New Year. I think Arabella is grateful for it. The new warmer air is coming back, as it's very late in February.

"I'm so happy Jesus is finally getting married," Ara sighs dreamily. We've been slowly planning the wedding. She brought home color samples and lace types, but it's one of the last things on our mind. As she grows more and more pregnant our attention is becoming more and more on the baby.

The doctor couldn't tell the sex of our child last appointment so we're hoping next time he can tell us. It's eating us alive whether or not we're having a girl or a boy.

"I know you are, baby," I chuckle.

The wedding is taking place in central park. A flashback of Arabella's and my first kiss comes back to me. A very familiar ice cream shop comes into view.

"Hazza! Turn here!" Her yells surprise me and I turn where she says. "Stop!" I'm parked in front of the ice cream shop.

We both step out and are welcomed by nostalgia. We haven't been here in almost a year.

Wow, I've been with her for almost a year.

Eleven months yesterday. Wow.

"Hey, its the love birds!" A very familiar man greets. Arabella's face lights up at the sight of the worker. "What can I get you?"

We order our usuals; her a soft serve vanilla with caramel syrup and rainbow sprinkles, me a chocolate waffle cone with triple chocolate sorbet.

We get it right away and I toss a twenty his way. I insist he keeps the change for himself.

We finally make it to the wedding, with our ice cream in hand. Arabella devours his treat, then half of mine when she asks to 'try' it.

Maribel walks down the aisle with her little brother. Her parents died years ago when she was fresh out of high school.

Arabella starts crying into my shoulder when their vows are spoken and then when they kiss. Their mother prays to God, thanking him for this beautiful ceremony.

Her hair fans all over my chest as she burries her face in my chest. Her tight curls tickle my nose but I don't move her. Instead I pull her chin up so our lips can meet and snap a picture.

The tender moment is interrupted by Jamie telling us it's time to move on to the reception, which is also in the park.

Arabella and I, hand in hand, walk to the party that's already in full swing. Alcohol is passed out, food if laid out for grabs, and music is high.

Reggaeton blasts throughout the party. Arabella and I dance every now and then, but most of the time we're eating and talking. Her family members congratulate us on the engagement and pregnancy.

"Bella!" We both turn to see a woman and a man. Ara claps her hands and stands for a hug.

"Mandy, Dylan!" She squeals.

These people must be important, she put down her Adobo covered chicken.

Arabella turns back to me with a bright smile on her face. "Harry, this is my best friend Amanda and her husband Dylan." I shake hands with Dylan.

But before I can even say hello to Amanda she pulls me into a hug. The two women fall into a deep conversation about their children. Dylan and I sit back and laugh. I don't know Amanda but I know her and Arabella sure do go back.

The party comes to a stop around eleven o'clock. Ara is passed out in my arms. Her family floods with me kisses and 'God bless you's as I carry the love of my life to my car. She remains asleep the entire way back home.

I run a hand through my hair before scooping her into my arms again. Her stomach juts into mine every now and then but I don't mind.

The last thing on my mind before I fall asleep is whether or not I'll have to wake up in an hour to head to Walmart again.