The Pregnant Virgin

So, What Is It?

-Ainslee's POV-

"I just can't, that's why!" I exclaimed, tearing Jason off me. Austin and Primrose started crying at the same time, and we both reached for them. He had been asking me to elope with him, but I just couldn't do it. It's always been a dream of mine to fall in love, have a big white wedding, then go on a beautiful honeymoon and have gorgeous kids! Well, I kinda did it backwards...but still! I want my wedding. And it can still be white.

"Why not? Wouldn't it be easier for you to elope since you're so busy with the kids, anyway?" He asked, rocking Prim back and forth. I looked at him in astonishment. "Jason...You know how I am! How could you even suggest something that crazy?!" 

He looked at me, frustrated, then put Prim back in her crib as she'd stopped crying. "Look," he walked up to me, put Austin in his crib, then held my hands in his. "I don't want  to argue about this. I just thought that would be best for-" "

"Me? Or you?" I asked.

"Both of us."

"Well, not me."

"Then, what do you want?"

"I want...a big white wedding. Bridesmaids, groomsmen, flower girls and my little boy cousin holding the rings. 3 Maids of honour, Gina, Keile and Emerald. My dad walking me down the aisle. My mom, crying, tears of joy. Me in my gorgeous white ball gown." I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, "And you, at the alter. Looking at me with love in your eyes, and a smile on your face, holding back tears. The kiss that binds us together, the 'I do's. I want it all..."

He looked at me in a way that made my heart stop. "You really want all that?" he asked. I nodded. He sighed and smiled at me, "Alright. As long as you're happy." I jumped for joy and gave him a huge kiss. "Thank you." I told him, with all the love I could put into those two words. 

"So, that was it?" Rebecca asked me, sipping her Iced Capp from Tim Horton's (if you don't remember, in 'How the Hell Are You Pregnant?!', the first chapter, I mentioned Lee's sexually active friend, Rebecca, who has, until now, never made an appearance). "Yeah...Was something else supposed to happen?" I asked her, confused. I think it's good that we avoided a big argument that was supposed to be a talk about something special.

"Well, I'm no pschology specialist or anything, but, most couples argue." She said, air quoting 'pshychology'. "Well, yeah, most do. But, I mean, it's not like they need to." I retorted. She looked at me with this 'look'. Like, a smirk, but also mocking me, and at the same time saying 'you know better'. "All I'm saying..." she started, mixing her drink with her straw, "is that, it's a little odd. I mean, he seems a little too perfect. You know?" "No, I don't know. Relationships aren't bad for everyone, Beck." I told her, now taking a sip of my drink. She started jerking her head back and forth.

"I had to dodge that bullet 'cause I know you wasn't directing that at me."

"I'm not." I said, now amused.

"Mhm. Really. Sending me sub messages. I SEE YOU!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You just said I have bad relationships."

"I did not say that, you said that."

"When?"

"JUST NOW!"

"Please..."

"Well, you do."

"Excuse me?"

"Beck, you know it's true. All your relationships go down in flames when they start getting serious."