broken home||c.h.

47: I'll give you the best years

It's finally here. Omfg I didn't expect this day to come. The day I post this.
Emotionally unstable.
If u wanna b even more emotionally unstable, listen to this song above and you can get in your feels

I'm so sorry if this is late. My day was literally so boring yet it almost slipped my mind to update this story.
It's the second last part do this story, and I'm not ready to let it go, but, yea.

Anyways, on with the chapter
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June 2022

Molly's P.O.V

So after almost a year of planning, along with music releases, live performances, and tours, the day is finally here.

Cal and I's wedding.

These last few weeks have felt like the most stressful weeks especially since it was leading up to this day.

What made it worse was that I started feeling sick a week or two ago, and it's been continuous. However, I'm just going by instincts and thinking that I'm just sick due to wedding stress.

I woke up in the morning and went into the bathroom from having a nauseous feeling. After a couple of minutes, I ended up vomiting as I have in the last few days.

Usually, Cal would be here to help me, but he wasn't.

Once I cleaned myself up and brushed my teeth, I went to the nightstand to a text on my phone.

'Can't wait to see u l8r. xx' The text read. Oh Calum, he's just adorable.

It was about 7:30 in the morning, so I decided to stay in my grey shorts and Cal's green 'Empathy' sweater to make breakfast.

Walking downstairs to this empty home is just a weird feeling. I would wake up to either a show on the tv or music coming through the speakers. The fact that I had to turn that on the speakers felt weird.

I decided to make the only thing I could possibly make without instruction, which was the classic french toast. Since I was interested in making it, I decided to add some strawberries and chocolate chips. After that, I made my favorite thing in the world, iced coffee. I was not going into this day without my coffee. It's my only thing from keeping me awake.

I headed through the net door to sit on the patio table area. There was a small breeze usually at this time, so coming out here is nice. Duke joined me at my side as he would think he's getting my breakfast.

Just sitting out here just helps me feel better I guess.

It's like the few minutes I forget that I'm dealing with this sickness and I can breathe.

After that I threw the ball for Duke and he went to chase it a few times. The only difference is he's more energetic and not tired out quickly like the time I dognapped him. That literally feels like ages ago.

That time is now cut short as I hear knocks at the door.

It's only 8:15. People shouldn't be coming till later.

But, obviously, my breakfast doesn't want to stay in me, so I made a pitstop at the bathroom before answering the door. Luckily I have my coffee in the fridge.

"It's only 8:20? What are y'all doin here?" I say.

"Well, we know we aren't supposed to be here until 9, but at the same time, we couldn't wait any longer." Sierra says.

"You guys are crazy." I say as I let them in. Santana stays back in the hallway and pulls me aside.

"Molls, this may be the reason for your sickness." She says as she hands me a box of pregnancy tests.