Valencia Vicory
“Have fun!” Michael smiled, kissing my nose as I was dragged off to my bachelorette party.
“A limo?” I asked, teasing Rebecca, who has warned me that she had gone over board.
“Shut up and get in.” Rebecca laughed.
“Missy!” I squealed giving her a hug, before greeting Hilary and Whitney who were also waiting for me and giving them each a hug.
“We were informed that there was no alcohol allowed at this party?” Hilary questioned, raising her eyebrow.
“I don’t want to have a hangover for my own wedding!” I exclaimed, repeating the cover up I had come up with.
“Plus Missy could come this way!” Rebecca teased, poking the younger girl.
“Yeah. So how are you and Ryan?” Missy teased back, laughing at the blush that covered Rebecca’s face.
We continued teasing each other and laughing until the limo pulled up to a spa, where we all piled out. “I figured I’d have to get you ready for tomorrow so we might as well just come here.” Rebecca joked, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the spa.
“MUD BATH!” Hilary yelled, racing after us. “You’re crazy.” Whitney laughed, bumping hips with her sister. Soon we were all massaged, scrubbed, and were sitting down getting our nails done.
“I can’t wait to have my little nieces and nephews to spoil.” Hilary said.
“When are you two getting on that?” Whitney asked, poking me.
“Knowing Val, soon.” Missy laughed.
I blushed and gently placed my hand on my slightly swollen stomach. “Oh! You’ve already started!” Rebecca cried, catching my gesture.
“We were going to announce it tomorrow so act completely surprised and don’t tell anyone!” I hissed, trying to calm down the squealing girls.
We soon made our way back to the hotel that we were all staying at until the wedding the next day, ordering in food and camping on the floor. We watched movies and talked, just having a girl night. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect bachelorette party, I never was one for crazy nights drinking and partying.
“I wonder what the boys are doing,” Hilary sighed.
“Oh…I have some idea.” I said smirking, thinking back to Ryan’s conversation with me before he planned the bachelor party.
Michael Phelps
“This is a strip club…” I said, glaring at Ryan who had dragged me out. “You know that I wanted a tame night.”
“I got permission from your girl. Calm down.” Ryan said, smiling evilly at me and dragging me into the club by force.
I stood there shocked, my mouth hanging open as I saw male strippers everywhere. “Ryan?” I said, as he snapped a picture of me with my mouth open.
“This is just a joke, I just wanted to see your reaction.” Ryan smirked, dragging me off to another club where some of our friends were waiting.
“I am going to kill you.” I retorted as Ryan shared the picture with the rest of the guys as we drank and laughed and goofed off.
