Moving Forward (Completed)

Chapter Sixty

Rafael watched her as she slept, his mind turning over a multitude of things, the most prominent one being Katherine's inability to actually tell him how she felt about having a baby. He knew she wanted one. That the idea had settled in her mind, resonated, and reignited a long forgotten longing, but she wouldn't vocalize it. He'd simply find her eyeing the pregnancy test in the cabinet as though the fact that they were there somehow attributed to their lack of necessity. One time he'd entered the living room without her noticing to find her searching fertility treatments on her computer, only to have her quickly click off the screen when she'd heard his footsteps.

He'd have asked her about it then, but she seemed to want to talk about anything but the idea of procreating so he'd let it go. He figured she'd bring it up when she was ready, or he'd force the topic if she started acting differently. For all he knew she was simply curious and hadn't wanted to freak him out by acknowledging what she'd been researching... he doubted it though. She hadn't said it again, but the desperation in her voice when she'd all but breathed out her desire for a baby against his ear, told him there was intent behind her searches.

"I can't be that fascinating." Katherine groggily chuckled, turning to her side so she could see him better.

Rafael smirked and pulled her closer. "You are though."

She smiled and snuggled closer. "What time is it?"

"Seven thirty."

Katherine groaned into his chest, "we have to get up."

"I'm already up." The look she gave him when she pulled her face from his upper body made his eyes crinkle with amusement. "Come on, I'll make you breakfast."

"And coffee..."

"That's a given." He smirked, dragging her by the hand to join him in the shower.

MJ joined Katherine in the brides changing area. Katherine had helped her style her hair into soft curls that morning, but she was enjoying watching and listening as the bridal party had their hair and makeup done.

"I'm perfectly capable of doing my own makeup." Amanda grumbled while examining her reflection in the mirror.

Kim smiled at Amanda and pulled her sisters hair off her shoulders and down her back. "You're supposed to be pampered on your wedding day."

"I don't even look like myself."

The makeup artist was thankfully gone at this point, but the person hired to to do their hair suddenly looked less confident.

"Don't worry," Katherine patted the hairstylist shoulder, "just keep it simple and she'll be happy."

The poor woman chuckled, but didn't look to have relaxed any.

"I knew this was a bad idea." Amanda huffed while tugging a face cleansing wipe from it container.

Beth Anne stopped her before she could wipe it across her face. "It's just the lipstick sweetie."

"What?" Amanda appeared both exasperated and startled by her mothers soft tone.

"Here," Beth Anne held out her hand for the cleansing wipe and Amanda reluctantly handed it over. "The lips are too dark for the amount of eye makeup." Her mother carefully dabbed the cloth across her lips, ensuring only to remove the lipstick. She then found a much lighter shade of pink, one that bordered on nude, and applied it to Amanda's lips. "You want your eyes to pop from a distance, so don't focus too much on how they look close up. Your lips though..." Beth Anne leaned back a bit to inspect her work, "you never wear that much color on your lips, and you shouldn't today either." She let Amanda turn to look in the mirror again. "Better?"