How we Met |w.w.k {Editing}

Chapter 38

*2 months later*

Kaylee's POV

"So I was thinking maybe we could push the wedding back a month... Give us more time to plan." I sigh looking at the papers in front of me. "Sure." He says scrolling through his Instagram. "Weston this is serious." I groan looking at him. "What did you say?" He asks looking up from his phone for a second to look at me. I groan and close the binder I had with all the wedding stuff and storming out of our apartment and onto the balcony. "Kaylee I'm sorry." He says wrapping his arms around my waist and rests his head on my neck. "You don't understand how important this is to me. I want this to be special. You only get married once." I say looking at him. "I know. And it's important to me too. I just don't need all the stress that comes with it. The money you need to have the wedding and then the perfect dress. I just want to make you happy." He says hugging you tightly. "I love you." I sigh kissing his cheek. "How about we talk about this for an hour. And then quit for today." He smiles taking my hand and pulling me into the kitchen. We moved into our own apartment, our own apartment. It's great. I open up my binder and look at the empty spaces. "Ok When?" I ask looking at him as he sips a fresh cup of coffee. "You said something about moving it a month back... So July?" He asks smiling. I nod, pleased by the fact he was actually paying attention to me. "Ok where?" He asks looking at the binder. "That I have no idea. I think my mom said something about figuring that out." I sigh rubbing my temples. He was right. Weddings are stressful. "I'm going shopping this weekend with Hayley for our dresses and that will be stored at my mom's house." I sigh closing my eyes as I yawn. "Go to sleep baby." He laughs. I sigh and get up and walk into our bedroom. "Come cuddle!" I yell to him. "Let me clean up and then I will." He yells back. I sigh and fall back on our bed and fall asleep. I'm woken up when Weston slithers into bed. "Good night baby." He says kissing the top of my head. "Good night." I yawn. "I love you." I sigh cuddling into his chest. "I love you so much more." He whispers wrapping his arms around me. I fall asleep without trouble. The next morning I'm woken up by he smell of bacon. I jump up and run downstairs. Only to run back upstairs and into the bathroom to throw up. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh as I look at the pregnancy test in front of me. I do what I have to do and then wait for the line or lines. One line means pregnant 2 means not. I wait for what feels like forever until one line appears. I scream which makes Weston run into the bathroom. "What's wrong?" He asks looking at me scared. "I'm... Pregnant." I sigh showing him the pregnancy test.