Chapter 4

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It's been 2 months since I said yes to Augustus's proposal. Ever since then he had been growing weaker and my stomach has been getting larger. Gus told me that he doesn't think he will make it much longer, that we should move up the wedding. So the wedding is today. 

"Hazel! Don't you look beautiful!" My mother says walking in the door to my bedroom. I am getting my wedding dress altered to fit my baby bump.

"Thank you. It would be so much better if she would be smaller for at least one more day." I pat my stomach. My mom laughs and a motions the seamstress out of the room.

"You haven't told him have you? About having a girl." I look down at my bare feet.

"No." I barely whisper. "But I have written them in my vows." I look up and my mother sighs.

"Okay." She pats my stomach and walks off.

I turn to the full length mirror next to my window. I see a woman, no longer a little cancer girl. I have developed breasts, and curves since I discovered I was pregnant, and my hair now frames my face. I avert my eyes to my wedding gown. It is floor length with a small train, trimmed with lace that continues in small detailed lines up to my stomach. On my neck is a small, gold necklace with the letter A for Augustus, painted in black. 

I hear my phone ring and I rush to it, tripping over Phillip and my dress. "Hello?" I say.

"Yes hi, is this Hazel Lancaster? This is nurses Lennox at the hospital." My chest tightens.  

"Yes, yes it is. What's wrong?" I question panicking. "Augustus is fine." Fine, the word my nurses told my parents when I was NOT fine. "We just think it's best if you come down."

I hang up the phone and practically rip my dress off. I pick up my jeans, and throw on a grey shirt with a band I don't even like anymore, on the front. I run down the hall and dart down the stair case. 

Racing down the stairs and fumbling to fix your oxygen tank isn't the wisest idea, I trip but pick myself up before anyone around notices. "I'm leaving!" I shout to my mom. I open the door and jump in the car. 

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