After Party

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“May we have the bride and groom on the dance floor please?”

Me and Felix joined hands and prepared our dance. We had gotten lessons so we didn’t look bad in front of everyone. Our song started to play.

“I could stay awake, just to hear you breathin’”

Felix sang into my ear quietly as we danced. My arms around his neck and his around my waist. He dipped me, and twirled me so my dress spun around me. After the dance, another song started the father daughter dance. My dad stepped to me and waited for the song start.

“Would you dance, if I asked you to dance?”

This was the version Felix sang to put on YouTube. I chose the song without him knowing. I heard Felix let out a small laugh when the song played. My father and I swayed to the music and stayed close together. When the song ended, I walked back to Felix.

“Cute song choice (Y/N).” I smiled and opened my mouth to speak, but shut it when a man spoke on the microphone.

“Can we have the bride and groom on the stage please?”

Me and Felix joined hands and walked on the stage.

“Congrats to the new couple, we have a surprise for you”

My mom and dad walked on the stage.

“Felix, me and-” She paused for a minute before continuing “dad got some stuff we thought you could like.” A large box was rolled on the stage. Felix looked at my mom and looked for approval. After she nodded, he opened the box. Inside, was state of the art recording equipment and games, more than one would ever need. Felix hugged my mom, a pain surged in my stomach, I ignored it and continue watching as they started to talk.

“Mrs. (Y/L/N)-”

“Felix please, call me mom.”

“Mom, you shouldn’t have gotten me this, it’s too much.”

“I wanted to Felix. You’re now a part of this family.”

I feel my dress become wet.

“Felix!”

He looked at me and rushed to my side.

“I-we have to go to the hospital, now.”

Felix picked me up and ran to the car. He places me in the passenger seat and drove to the hospital. I was immediately rushed into the E.R.

“Doctor, what’s wrong with me?”

“Your nine months pregnant, you’re having a baby.”

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