Love is Lame

Chapter 37

TWO MONTHS LATER

OLIVIA

Today is the day of Harry's fathers wedding. We somehow travelled eleven hours with a two month old, only stopping to eat or pee or walk Marina around in the fall forest. We got here late last night and Marina hardly slept in the car, so she was still asleep and it's almost nine. I took the quiet time to get ready. I wore a new white dress, with lace trim and a brown thin belt around the waist.

My quiet time was interrupted by a cry coming from the bed. She stopped as I picked her up and held her on my hip, giving her good morning kisses. "Hello, darling," I said, kissing her nose as she smiled. "You need a diaper change," I scrunched my nose, a smile stretching across Marina's face as I laid her on the floor and changed her diaper, just as Harry came in with Gemma. Gemma was still in her sweats and her hair was still on top of her head, but Harry was coated in sweat from being in the gym. Hard to believe they're siblings.

"Oh, is my baby awake!" Harry picked her up off of the bed where she was rolling around and held her against his sweaty body.

"Don't get her dirty, she took a bath last night." I slapped Harry's arm and he put her down, took his shirt off, and lifted her back up. I laughed, mixing together nasty looking baby food.

Harry got in the shower and Gem lied back on the bed, letting Marina roll around on her. "I'm really not feeling this wedding thing," She sighed.

"Oh, come on," I said, spooning some food into Marina's mouth. "It'll be fun. Plus, I have an excuse for us to leave early." Gemma sighed again, running her hands through her pony tail.

"But I'm on my period, so I won't be getting any when we come back and I just want to curl up in a ball and watch lifetime movies." She fell back in bed and Marina giggled, reaching toward my dress and pulling it down.

"Someone's thirsty," I smiled, picking her up and getting a bottle of formula from the fridge.

Gemma fed it to her while I finished getting ready. She left and I laid in bed while Harry got ready. By 10:30 we were ready, waiting for Gemma and Liam. Harry was lying next to me with Marina sitting on his chest, smiling and moving and flinging her arms and legs. He caught her fist in his hand and pretended to eat it, and she laughed every time. I could watch them for hours, the sound of cartoons in the background of Harry and Marina laughing.

I lied back and scooted towards them, kissing Harry's shoulder. Marina fell onto my chest and it hurt, but Harry thought it was the funniest thing in the world. He laughed and laughed until Gem and Liam were knocking on our door and he had to get up. I quickly packed up Marina's diaper bag with toys and snacks and diapers and we left.

"It's like an hour and a half drive to the pier," Liam said, causing me to groan.

"Of course it is." Harry laughed, putting his hand on my inner thigh like he has for the past year. Marina was dozing off, she always does in the car. Harry leaned against the window and I leaned against him, and the next thing I remember is being woken up an hour and a half later.

We walked into the wedding, Marina on my hip. It was on the beach, the type of wedding I dreamed about with Harry and I in the alter. Harry's family came running towards us, they're all proper and they like hugs.

"Harry!" An older woman came towards us. "Wow, you look different." She took him in and I made the connections, it was his dad's mom. "And who's this?" Her head tilted when she saw Marina and I.

"This is my fiancé, Olivia, and my daughter, Marina." His voice was thick and as he said daughter, everyone sort of gasped.

"Oh, Harry! Why didn't you tell us?"