Chapter 63 Anastacia- Apr 13, 2019

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"I didn't think this combination was going to look good, but I'm actually liking it more than I thought I would," I admit.

Strella and I are in front of the candy table in the backyard. It's decorated with orange, gold, cream, and salmon-colored balloons. There are red roses in between a few flowers that make it look elegant and classy. The cake is a coral color with orange and salmon flowers around it. The words Congratulations Estrella is written in black on top of the cake.

            "I told you! But you never let me do anything," she teases.

            "I mean I thought it would be cute to go with the classic colors for girls," I start.

            "Pink is overused. Besides, she's going to be wearing a ton of pink once she's born. Might as well mix it up a bit for the baby shower,"

            "Fair point," I say. "You know what would have looked good on the cake though? A name."

            She rolls her eyes and places her hands on her swollen belly. "I would have put the name if I'd chosen one. But no, the Tia wants to make all the decisions."

            "Oh my God, it's your baby. Do whatever you want with mini Ana," I tease, rubbing her belly. I move my hand around trying to find a kick.

            "Very funny. By the way, she's over here. Jesus, she moves so much. I'm scared she's going to punch her way out of the womb," she says, putting her hand by her rib cage and I feel the familiar movement under my hand.

            "She loves you," I say with a smile.

            "You think so?" She mimics my smile and lets out a chuckle. "Well, we have to finish getting this place ready. The guests should be here in a bit. Oh, and thanks for not wearing pink." She comments.

            I laugh while I look down at my overall skirt with a white shirt under. "You look great too, considering you're not wearing pink." She looks down at her white sundress.

            "See? We can make it work," she smiles and grabs my hand and leads me inside the house.

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