Fight

The Wedding

^Delilah's PoV^

{2 Months Later}

"I look fat!" I groaned in frustration. Today was the final dress fitting before the wedding which was in three days.

"No you do not!" Michelle's voice came from through the curtains and pulled my hands through my hair.

"Look mum. I'm 7 months pregnant and I'm honestly looking more like a breached whale than a bride." I turned to Frankie's mum, who had insisted that I called her mum from the day Frankie brought me home but I'd only just begun to feel comfortable doing so.

"Listen to me sweetheart. You look absolutely gorgeous and that little baby makes you look even more beautiful, and my son knows it. He picked a beautiful girl." Michelle tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

I turned back to the mirror and laid my hands on my belly and felt my little girl kick. I smiled.

"Do you think he'll make it home?" I spoke with tentative words.

"My boy and Charlie will be home for the wedding I promise you." Michelle turned and I saw Georgie stood at the curtains, Molly also stood a little behind her.

"It's Frankie. He's on FaceTime, want to get changed?" Georgie asks and I nod.

I walk back into the changing rooms and slide my wedding dress off, thinking about Frankie and Charlie who were on tour right now. They were due home in two days, but I was honestly scared something bad would happen. It had been inescapable. But the Brig had promised I'd have my two boys back for my wedding.

I pulled my favourite blue maternity jeans on and my hoodie and walked out of the fitting area and took my phone from Georgie.

"Hi babe." I gushed, he was so far away.

"Hey, are you okay? How's little bug?" He was laid in his tent I think, and it was sort of dark, so I could barely see him. Or hear him.

"I'm okay. She's okay. You still coming home in two days?" I whispered. Afraid of the answer.

"Babe..I'm sorry..there's been complications with the mission. Me and Charlie are needed for another four days. I've tried talking to the Brig but he won't have any of it. I'm so sorry El." His words fall on my ears but they're ringing. I can't hear him properly, he won't be home..for our wedding. Something was going to go wrong.

"Lil? Hey..hey what's wrong?" Georgie's hand is on my shoulder and I realise I'm shaking. I'm beginning to hyperventilate and I know I'm going to have a panic attack.

"I need to get out of here. I can't breathe." My words are rushed and I hand the phone to Georgie and clamber out of the shop. My chest was so tight.

I hadn't had a panic attack in almost two years. The feeling wasn't new but it wasn't good. I was more worried for the baby but I was devastated, and absolutely convinced that something was going to go wrong.

"Oh love." Michelle's voice was soft and she pulled me into a hug.

"He's not coming home..he won't be home for our wedding and I'm so worried somethings going to happen. I always get these gut feelings..and that's how I feel right now. I just want him and Charlie home safe." I was sobbing now and still struggling to breathe.

Molly was the next face I saw. Michelle stepped away and Molly guided me back into the shop and she sat me down. Just like she used to do when I had an attack.

Her hands rested on my shoulders and I did the same. Remembering everything I used to do. I looked into her eyes and copied her breathing, wanting my heart to stop pounding.