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

Chapter 40

Kaylee's POV

"Let me seee the stomachhhhh!!" Hayley smiles bursting through the front door. I laugh as she touches my stomach. "Twins?" He asks looking at the picture posted on the refrigerator. "Yeah." I smile looking at her. "I'm gonna be an aunt!" She smiles, returning her hands to my stomach. "So how pregnant are you going to be for the wedding?" She asks laughing. "5 months... It's February now.... I'm already a month pregnant... 4 months until the wedding... So yeah." I smile. "How fat are you gonna be though?" She asks. "I don't know google it." I laugh, pulling out my phone and looking it up. I show her the picture and she laughs. "Wow ok..." She laughs. I look at the photo in terror. "That's... fat..." I laugh. "You'll still be beautiful though." Weston smiles kissing my cheek. "Ugh, what did I do to deserve you." I laugh pecking his lips. "Ok enough lovey-dovey crap and let's go get you a really large dress!" Hayley smiles. I laugh and walk with her out of the apartment. We get in her car and she drives us to the dress place she found online. When we get there, A very happy lady helps us. "I'm Mila." She smiles. "I'm Hayley and this is my twin sister Kaylee." Hayley smiles. "Which one of you are getting married?" "I am." I smile. "Aww! Congrats!" She smiles hugging me. I awkwardly hug her back.  "We have a problem with the dress thing though..." Hayley says trying not to laugh. Mila looks at her confused. "I'm pregnant with twins... And by the time of the wedding. I'll be.. well fat..." I laugh. She smiles. "I was pregnant with twins on my wedding day." She laughs. "That is so coincidental." I laugh. She nods. "Well... We do have a maternal section." She smiles walking towards it. "How far along will you be by the time of the wedding?" She asks. "About 5 months." I smile. She nods. "Ok. Well we don't have that big of a dress. But a week or so before the wedding you can come back with the dress and get it fitted. Perfect and comfortable for you and the babies." She smiles. I nod with a smile on my face. "You can look around. Find a couple that you like and then let me know and we can try them on." She smiles. "Thank you." I smile. She nods and walks away. Me and Hayley look around for hours. We find 3 dresses. "These are pretty." Mila smiles as she takes us to a dressing room. I try them all on. The first one was pretty but there was no way anyone was going to be able to fix it for me when I'm 5 months pregnant. The second one Hayley picked out and I liked it but I didn't think it would look good on a 5-month pregnant lady. The 3rd one looked pretty on the hanger but looked horrible on me. "You looked through all of them?" Mila asks. "Yes and these three were the only ones I liked." I sigh looking in the mirror at myself from the side. My stomach looked fat already. I put my shirt back down and walk out of the changing room. She looks at the ground, thinking about something. "I have another idea." She smiles. Hayley and I look at each other confused. "Come with me." She smiles. We follow her downstairs. She goes through a closet and pulls out a dress. She hands it to me. "This was my wedding dress. I wore it when I was 19, 5 and a half months pregnant with twins. I'm giving this dress to you because I know how stressful it is to find a dress when you're pregnant. You don't have to pay for it or anything. You can have it. Keep it. But bring it back a few weeks before the wedding to get it just right." She smiles. I look at her in disbelief. "I can't take this dress from you. This was your wedding dress. You had your special day in this. I can't just take that from you." "I want to give it to you. I want you to have it. You only get married once. And I honestly don't mind." She smiles. I hug her tightly. "Thank you so much, Mila." I smile. "You're welcome Kaylee." She smiles. "You're invited to the wedding." I smile. "You don't have to." She laughs. "No. You're giving me this dress. You have to at least come." I laugh. "Ok." She smiles. I give her my number and she gives me hers. "Thanks, Mila." I smile walking out the door with the dress in a plastic wrap, in my hands. "It's a really pretty dress." Hayley smiles. "It's a perfect dress." I smile putting it nicely in the back seat of her car. The perfect dress.