Changes (Swanqueen Au)

Chapter 12 (Wedding Planner)

I walked upstairs and Emma carried Henry. We
laid him on his bed for a nap. Emma decided to plan the wedding whilst Henry was asleep. "Why don't we have the wedding in Boston?" She suggested, I rolled my eyes. "We might as well have the wedding in the car park next to the supermarket." I said, she frowned. "So, where do you suppose we have it?" She asked, I looked in the magazine. "The town hall?" I asked, she nodded. "Yeah, sounds good." She replied. I wrote it down. "So, you want to wear a dress?" She asked, I scoffed. "That'll be the day." I laughed. She smiled. "So, no dress?" She asked. I laughed. "Okay." She said. "I can't say I'm not disappointed, you'd look gorgeous in a white, ball gown dress." She said, I smiled and wrote down to collect a tux. "What about you? Dress or tux?" I asked her, she smirked. "Dress." She said. I smiled and wrote it down. We stopped organising for a bit so we could figure out a date for the wedding. "How about in two weeks?" Emma asked, I frowned. "I might not have two weeks." I said. "You do." She replied. I frowned and fiddled with my shirt. "That's not what I meant. I mean, if I carry on coughing up blood, or fainting or if gets worse." I explained, she nodded sympathetically. "How about in three days?" I asked. She smiled. "Only if I can get a dress in time." She said, I smiled and nodded. "Then there's no time to waste." I said. I walked upstairs and shook Henry's shoulder, gently. "Mommy?" He said I smiled. "Yeah, kid, we're going shopping." I said. "Why?" He asked, I smiled. "For the wedding." I said, henry smiled and grabbed his converse , then held them out to me. I slid the shoes, one at a time, onto his tiny feet. Then we walked downstairs.

"So, we should get your tuxedos first. Okay?" Emma suggested, I nodded. Henry smiled and ran to the door, Emma opened it and let Henry out, before letting me out and stepping out herself. She locked the door and held Henry's hand, whilst I unlocked the car, after a brief argument, I got into the passenger side. Emma drove to the nearest tailors and we all got out the car. I asked for a red tie, and a black suit, and I got henry a purple tie and black suit. After our measurements were taken, we got back in the car. "Where to now?" I ask, she shrugs. "Can I stop by at mine, I want to pick up some of my own clothes." She asks, I nod and she starts the acceleration, then begins humming the tune to a song that I vaguely recognised. I listened closely to it, in an almost soothing manner. We pulled up outside of a posh building. Once again we all got out the car and Emma led the way. We reached a door with the number 13 on. As soon as the door was unlocked Henry rushed in and began rummaging through the fridge. "Henry! Ask first." I say, embarrassed by his lack of manners. "No, he's quite alright. He knows where everything is, he stayed with me whilst you were in a coma." She explained. I smiled at her, and watched as henry took some juice out of the fridge. "So, I'm going to go get some clothes, want to help pack them up?" She asks, I nod and follow her to a smaller room. The wardrobe was already half open. She reaches in and grabs some shirts and jeans before shoving them into a suitcase, I pass her the rest and she zips it up. She hauls it out of the bedroom and I usher Henry out.