Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Forty Four

Even though I was ready to run down that isle, I was so nervous. And, I had a small urge to pee. And then, my skipped days of morning sickness caught up to me, and my stomach began to gurgle and a pressuring feeling creeped up my throat with the need to throw up. And then it got so bad that I had to run back inside the hall at the last minute with a spare toothbrush, toothpaste, and Listerine.

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Ramona speed walked her way to Lucas and whispered in his ear before leaving, and he leaned over to me briefly to pass on the message. "Your baby mama's having problems with her bladder and her morning sickness at the moment, give her a second," I frowned inside of worry, not wanting her to feel sick on such a special day, and gave him a nod, needlessly adjusting my bowtie (that I only wore for Peyton) and then tucking my hands in my pockets despite my mother's specific warning to not do that. After maybe three minutes, the great big double side doors to the hall opened and everybody stood up.

She held her stomach and took a breath, she looked more pale than usual and it worried me more. But she smiled anyways, and it calmed my nerves a little bit seeing that pretty smile. In fact, she looked gorgeous. She barely wore anything on her face, which made her look beautifully pure with her light creamy pink dress and her favorite white flower in a bunch, hydrangeas, clutched to her chest. I could see the cuts Dean had given her on her shoulders, and I chose not to let it bother me with brief resentment.

Her father walked her slowly down the aisle, and though she was only focusing on smiling at me, everybody else's eyes were more focused on the extra inches she had on her waist, made obvious by her dress. Did I forget to mention that my close family and hers had no idea that we were expecting? 'Cause they didn't.

Soon she appeared in front of me, after receiving a kiss on the cheek from her father when she passed him her flowers. And as soon as she looked at me, the words I really didn't feel like hearing her say to me in front of my entire family spilled quietly (but loud enough to be heard by my family of super-hearers) out of her mouth as she took a moment to straighten my bowtie herself. "Aw, you look cute," Peyton wasn't one for tradition, this wedding goes against every tradition that has ever run in her family—it wasn't held in a church, she wasn't wearing a big poofy dress with a big veil over her face, and our officiator wasn't even the slightest bit religious—so of course, she's not going to be a normal quiet bride, she was going to say what she wanted whenever she wanted.

Why did I not want her to say this in front of my 100+ family members? Because I just knew that I would turn red over it. And I did, and as expected, I heard a few little laughs here and there. I sighed nearly silently, but she just smiled even bigger because she loved making me turn red. I grasped her hands and her usually warm hands were ice cold. So I slightly furrowed my brows and asked quietly if she was okay, and she replied that she felt fine.

Everyone say back down and the officiator (Peyton's all time favorite mostly American Irish-American uncle Sammy) began to speak, but I mainly tuned it out because I was too impatient. And Peyton noticed, so she tugged on my hands a little with her eyes ever so slightly narrowed, and it was like I could her saying 'don't be rude' in my head. And because she's had a hold on me since the day she almost choked meeting me for the first time, I give more attention to Sammy.

"...to be witnesses and supporters of the commitment they share with one another. Together, we're a pool of the most important people in their lives and they've brought us here to publicly recognize that we've all played some special part in the love they share today," thank you, mother. "They'd like to also recognize all who could not be here today, they are missed and indefinitely unforgotten on this day of celebration. With the giving away of the bride, shall we carry on with the ceremony?" At this point, as Peyton's parents gave a smiling nod, I was so, so ready to just be married already.