Happiness Doesn't Wait

Abi

I keep asking myself if this really is the right thing to do. I'm a person that tends to make the worst decisions in life. I want to believe that accepting Blake's proposal was the one of the few best decisions I've made.

But the inevitable time passing by quick has left me to wonder if it's the right time. I asked Blake this during the week when we went out for dinner one night. All he did was give me his warm smile and say to me, "Time is inevitable. If I have to wait a thousand years to watch you walk down the aisle, then I will do it. But at least I know you are mine..."

God. Those words melted me away. And despite of my nerves, happiness truly has shown itself differently to me. I couldn't help but walk in my apartment with a wide smile after Blake proposed to me. My sister was in the kitchen making herself something to eat and when she saw my wiggling fingers, she came over to immediately hug me. Not even I couldn't believe I said yes to marriage.

My cousins had the same reaction as well when I told them one afternoon we all had lunch at their place. George only gave me a warm smile and said that Blake tried to ask permission to him, but he redirected him to Amy. I saw my sister with surprise that she already knew and she just gave me a playful wink. Another person with surprise was my youngest cousin, Alana. She furrowed her brows at me and said, "I always thought you'd be the last one to get married."

Trust me. I thought so, too.

But the more I told people, the more I felt confident of my choice. I even went over to Ms. Tavares's house and showed her my pretty ring. She only gave me a tired smile and kissed my forehead. She said that she was happy to welcome me into the family.

At work, I can't help but to have a wider smile now as well. Yet, among my happiness I've been feeling as if my best friend has been fading away. On the day Blake proposed, we were supposed to go out for some drinks but I bailed on him. He didn't go to work two days after that and when he finally came back, he's decided to take care of packages out back. I understood that he's trying to avoid talking to me.

But that doesn't take the smile off my face as I wake up to a new day. I do a small yawn and check the time on my phone by my side. I have time to eat breakfast and take a shower.

So I get up with a small rumble in my stomach. As I start towards the restroom, a wave of nausea hits me hard and I find myself running to the toilet. I groan once I'm done puking and quickly wash my teeth.

"Abi? Are you alright?" I hear my sister's muffled voice once I turn off the faucet.

"Uh yeah," I say reassuringly. "I'm fine. You know that I get sick quick in November." I step out and see her worried eyes watch me get my uniform ready.

"Okay," she says. "Well. Do you want some tea or a light breakfast? I know you hate puking and it's better if you don't eat anything heavy."

"I'll eat later in the day, sis. I don't want to be puking around at work."

"Not eating will just make it worse. If your body needs to throw up to take out the toxins then, you shouldn't stop it."

"Can you not?" I calm my anger before it gets too hot for me to control.

But Amy chuckles and shrugs. "Fine, future bride. Do whatever you want." I let a smile make my anger disappear at those words. I put a kiss on her cheek and whisper a thank you to her before I enter the shower.

I do skip breakfast and end up going to work early. Too early that the chefs barely start to make a few plates and prepare the kitchen for today. I smile at our youngest sous-chef, Tina. She returns my smile and happily looks through several cookbooks she found in the storage.