Pizza-line Bling

Budino

Five years later...

"How am I supposed to fit in this wedding dress with a belly like this?"

"Come on, stop whining and let me help you. The tailor said it will fit like a glove," I tried calming Mia down.

It was her wedding day, finally becoming Justin's wife. She was happiest than ever, don't get her wrong. It was the hormones from carrying two babies in her tummy for six months that made her moody like that.

"Can't I have them out already?" She let out a cry straight into my ear.

"Mia, shut up and stop thinking about it. Your makeup is too good to be ruined. Now, do you want your makeup ruined on your big day?" I tried putting some sense into her. Note the word 'tried'. "Why don't we talk about baby names? That's a great topic. Have you found any you like?"

She shrugged. "The ones I like are not Justin-approved," she pouted.

"Like which one?"

"I like Cherry for the girl and Eric for the boy."

I raised my eyebrows, "Cherry? Really? If you're gonna name your kid after some food, you might as well choose something good," I suggested while helping her put on her wedding dress. "What about Mozzarella for the girl and Tomato for the boy?"

"Leslie, if you're trying to calm me down like that it's not working," she glared at me.

"Why? I think it's a great idea. You'll have them Ella and Tom for short and no one will ever know," I attempted to hide my amusement but failed, bursting into laughter.

"Drake!" She shouted. Drake came running in with a confused face. "Come get your girlfriend away from me or else I'll kill her."

"What did you do now?"

I shrugged and walked out of the room along with him. "I suggested she names her kids Mozzarella and Tomato," I chuckled not getting tired of my own joke.

"Will you ever get tired of pizza?"

"Never," I swore. "Don't forget that pizza was the only reason you and I met. Be thankful."

"Imagine if that never happened," we sat down on Mia's living room and he took my hand in his. "Imagine if you didn't want to have pizza that night, and the next night, and the night after... That literally did happen, why am I dating you again?"

"Your point?" I asked amused.

"If it weren't for pizza I wouldn't have met you. I wouldn't have met all these great people that came with you. I wouldn't have watched you grow into the amazing woman you are today. I would have missed our trips, our celebrations, you getting your architecture diploma‐ You're right. I'm thankful for pizza," he paused. "But I'm mostly thankful for you."

"It's not Thanksgiving you know," I joked. "But I told you it's true. We owe a lot to pizza. Pizza is a state of mind. Pizza is pulling the strings of karma, I'm sure of it. But," I shifted in my seat and turned to face him straight in the eyes. "Pizza is also a cover-up."

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows confused.

"I've been growing this belly for two months," I whispered while rubbing my belly. "And thanks to pizza no one ever questioned about it."

"Are you pregnant?" His eyes wide and sparkling from the tear drops forming in them. He jumped on the couch and bounced waiting for my answer.

"What!?" I heard Mia squeal from the other room. "Wait for me! Don't answer!" I heard her whisper-yell to a couple people before appearing in the living room. "Are you?!"

I nodded my head and we all started cheering. I hugged Drake and then Mia. They both started mumbling about their views on the future, but I didn't listen. I couldn't focuse. I was in my own zone, admiring the scene before me and hoping for more times like this to come.

I only had to count on one thing, and that one only.

Pizza.

The end.