The Fatal Flaw | LT

LXXV

CHAPTER LXXV

June

"Are you excited?" I grinned at Louis as he was getting prepared to go to the hospital to find out what the baby's gender is.

So far, Eleanor hasn't bothered us and it seems like she's living harmoniously with Fizzy. Today, the baby is 22 weeks and Louis was bouncing in excitement.

I couldn't help but wonder if this would be him if he was around to find out Chance's gender. It made me a little envious but I shook it off knowing this child would be Chance's brother or sister even though Eleanor doesn't want us near him or her.

"I am." He grinned back, ruffling his hair. "Don't you have work?"

"They're changing up my schedule." I smiled softly, getting out of bed and walking towards the mirror to see my reflection since I'd be out with the wedding planner.

"Oh." He said, standing behind me and placing his hands on my stomach. "One day, we'll have another baby."

"We should get married first." I giggled, tilting my head so it settles on his cheeks. "I'd love to have another baby."

"Where are you going, by the way?" He asked as he eyed my white sun dress which had thin spaghetti straps and a sweet heart neckline paired with my black strappy sandals.

"Oh, that reminds me." I said as I turned to face him. "You said you'd choose to get married in August yeah but I argued saying I want to get married in October."

"Honestly, I don't really care when; I just want to marry you." He sweetly said, leaning down to kiss my lips briefly.

"What about September?"

"If that's what you want, love. Weddings are supposed to be the girl's dream, you know? So I'll let you do the planning." He smiled cheekily.

"You're just saying that because you don't want to accompany me when I choose the color of the table cloths and stuff like that." I pouted, wiggling away from his grip.

"I couldn't care less about the table cloths." He laughed, following me to down the stairs.

"Josie, my wedding planner, will tell me today when's the fitting for you guys will be." I said as I took a seat on the couch. "Have you decided on who's going to be who?"

"Yes." He nodded, lifting me up gently and placing me on his lap even though our couch was seven-feet wide. "What if I had Niall as best man, for like a thank you for taking care of you for me."

"You're too cheesy." I laughed, rubbing my nose against his.

"You can't complain, you made me like this." He chuckled, pressing a swift kiss to my nose. "Liam, Zayn, Harry and Franco, will be my groomsmen, how about you? Who's going to be who?"

"Gemma as my maid of honor, your sisters as my bridesmaids, I haven't told them yet but I'm actually going down there to tell them. If they say yes then we'll go to London together and meet up with Josie and Gemma for the fittings, if they say no, then I would go down there with just Fizzy." I chuckled, silently hoping they'll say yes.

"Wouldn't you be tired from driving, love?" He asked, worry pooled in his eyes. "They'll say yes, of course they'll say yes, they love you."

"Fizzy already said yes, I'd be driving with her but we'll take the train from Donny to London back and forth." I explained, getting off of his lap. "I should get going."

"Yeah, you have a long way ahead of you. Just don't hesitate to call me when you have any problems, yeah? Or if you just feel like you want to call me, I'll answer." He grinned, before going in for a kiss.