I run my hand through my hair as a smile plays on my lips and I slowly walk downstairs with confidence and joy in my step and I find Ella in the kitchen sitting at the table with her book in hand and a glass of juice in reach. She tears her gaze away from the book when she must of heard me enter and I smile at her, she shoots me one back.
"He said yes, Ellie. I get to adopt Henry, and he's going to have my name and really be mine." I inform her through my grinning lips that my words flow through.
"He has always been yours, Paul." she comments before leaving the wooden chair to share with me a hug and then a sweet kiss before we both made something for lunch.
The next few days pass with their slow hours as well as fast like a bullet speed, their cranky bits, moody times, phone calls, time of celebration, hugs, kisses, laughs and you can't forget smiles. People called El and I back about attending our little party for celebrating our wedding this Saturday afternoon, and my brother so to speak confirmed to be my best man. We're calling Henry our little ring bearer who won't really be carrying the rings, and then Ella's mum who gladly accepted to attend to the courthouse. All in all, the family and friends we told about our engagement were ecstatic, overjoyed and first ticked off and then happy when I accidentally woke John up at noon only the next day after we got engaged. That shows him that he shouldn't be sleeping in so late.
I step out of the car and I approach our front door step with her hand in mine and I stop to look at Ella's smiling face.
"We finally did it, huh?" I ask jokingly and I give her dainty hand a small squeeze.
"Yup, we got married." she answers and I pull her over into my arms with mine around her waist and hers draped around my neck before I lean down to plant a passionate kiss on those smiling lips of hers, ah how I love my beautiful bride.
She takes my hand again after we broke up the kiss to lead me inside the house to begin our wedding reception, we're just calling it out our party because its more casual. The reception was more than I think either of us could've expected with the towering vanilla cake with one of those darling groom and bride toppers on its everest, and there wasn't any need for caterers because my aunties as well as parents and her family brought plenty of food for our party for not even the thirty people attending to stay satisfied off of, and then there was dancing that everybody joined in, even the little kids. It was a blast alright with our sometimes loud and crazy family members and friends too who can be just the same way of course especially at events like this when liquor is available which probably wasn't the greatest idea considering some of our family and friends who we dearly love, but who can turn embarrassing when drunk certainly. We decided on the honeymoon being in Jamaica where we visited not that long ago on holiday that one time, and luckily my parents offered to have Henry during that time.
I open my eyes to the blinding sun that pours in through the windows that really should be shaded, but of course Ella and I are too lazy to put some up to block the bloody sun and much too in love with each other you can't forget. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn before turning over onto my side to have my tired eyes fall upon my lovely bride who still sleeps with a soft look on her calm features as her blonde hair flows onto the white case of the pillow. I glance to her hand that rests on the white bed sheet pulled up to near her shoulders as the sun hits the small, round diamond that is actually her former engagement ring with two other gold bands below it added on with other tiny diamonds set in to make her exquisite wedding ring. I brush her bright hair off her forehead so I can plant a whisper of a kiss on her small forehead, which somehow wakes my darling up. She looks around for a second before her eyes fall on me and her bright smile that gives me so much to love about it grazes her pink lips.
"Good morning, Mrs. McCartney." I greet her with that title I'm coming to like as I'm working on getting lost in her tired eyes that I swear are the only thing I'm seeing right now, she continues to smile.
"Morning, honey." she replies and then yawns and I settle to rest my head on my propped up bare arm and she flips her body to lay on her bare side as well.
"Did you have any nice dreams, darling?" I question while I comb the shiny strands of her hair off of her cheek and forehead to behind her pale ear clad in those same diamond earrings I had gotten her for this past Christmas, our first one as a couple.
"Yeah, I dreamt about swimming in the ocean and that we found this cute turtle on the beach." she answers with that smirk playing on her lips while I listen intently to my wife, ah wife, mine.
"There are turtles around here, or so they say, so maybe we'll come across one or a few." I comment and she nods her pretty little head before speaking.
"Did you have any dreams, love?" she turns the question around on me while my hand rests on her warm cheek.
"Yeah, but nothing was good about them, because I have the best thing right here in front of me." I remark and I move in for a morning kiss on the lips before we cuddled some more this mid morning wearing our new wedding rings and reveling in the new journey of marriage we've just stepped upon together.
We had a breakfast of sausages, pancakes and fresh pineapple that we picked up at the nearby shops, it's still the same place and the same small house that is cozy because of its size.
We spent the rest of our wonderful honeymoon in sunny as well as warm Jamaica being lazy, doing what we wanted and eating whatever the hell we liked as we enjoyed being newlyweds but we also found ourselves missing Henry who is now officially my adoptive son. I don't consider him to be my adoptive son, just my son, simple as that. When we got back to London with our sun kissed bodies we returned to our lives and we started on the unwrapping of the wedding presents and the cards too that were mostly kitchenware and things for the home. I did the hanging up of new pictures from our wedding and Henry's recent school picture that our growing boy looks adorable in, and I also hung the paintings and things like that that were wedding gifts. We well, mostly Ella, put the new kitchenware to use right away that proved to be durable and we thanked everybody who came to celebrate our special day and for the nice gifts as well. We jumped back into our daily routine with Henry finishing up his last few days of kindergarten which has gone surprisingly fast, we both agree that he's growing up awfully quick. I agree with what people say about how it seemed like yesterday your kid was a baby in diapers drinking bottles of milk with a blanket wrapped around them and not being able to talk. Sometimes I miss those days.
"Uh, Paul?" Ella calls out for me as I shave in the bathroom and I finish with the patch on my chin before replying.
"I'm in the washroom, love." I respond before dipping the razor into the sink full of water and she walks in as she's in a dress that I bought her the other day, she sure does look fab in it, my wife.
"When do you uh think we should start a family together?" she asks me randomly while I work on finishing up with shaving, she had taken a seat on the closed loo.
"Whenever we're both ready, I reckon. Yeah we've kind of forget about the whole topic of having babies since we got hitched, haven't we?" I remark and I dunk the razor into the murky, warm water again before cocking my head to the side to get to my cheek.
"Yeah we did kind of forget about it, do you think we're ready right now?" she queries as its late June, my birthday was a couple of days ago.
"I think we are, do you reckon we are, darling?" I comment and I pull the plug in the sink and I grab the towel from its hook below the mirror to wipe off the last remnants of the white shaving cream on my face, she nods her head with a pleased smile.
I squirt some lotion onto my hands to put on my cheeks and she speaks next and tells me that she's out of her pill and asked me if she should renew the prescription for it, or not. Basically it is the choice of waiting to have a baby or to see what happens, and we both flat out said that we wanted to see what would happen since we both want to add to this little family of ours.
Sometime later, actually two weeks and a few days to be exact, I arrive home from a little visit to the grocery store with Henry who I gave in and bought a packet of his favorite candy for.
"Yeah, go play and find Martha. She probably missed you while we were gone." I tell the lad and he finds easy-to-find-Martha sprawled out on the sitting rooms rug probably waiting for him and they go outside to appreciate the rare July sun on this summer day.
"Hey, babe." I greet Ella and I kiss her head before falling onto the sofa down next to her and she drinks from her cup of tea and then sets it on the sitting table.
"Hi, how was shopping?" she asks after dog earring the page she's on and I suspect something else being in her unusually giddy looking smile.
"Like any other time, but I let Henry get some candy this time since he didn't beg at all for anything earlier." I answer and she asked what we had got and I read off from memory the small list of things that mostly just she wanted us to pick up for dinner tonight.
"Now is there something I'm missing? Because you look far more happy than usual, love." I note and she parts her lips to reply.
"What, I can't be happy?" she responds with something hinting at her voice.
"No, I didn't say that, but I'm just suspicious that something is going on. Did something happen or somebody call while I was out?" I remark and I see her play with her dazzling wedding ring, her usual sign of excitement or nerves.
"I was going to tell you earlier, but I didn't want to get either of our hopes up," she takes a pause while I look at her with a questioning look. "I missed my period more than a couple of days ago." she finishes and a large smile breaks onto my lips after I was wondering if I heard that right.
"Oh, Ellie. That's brilliant! I was hoping your news was going to be related to or about that. Yes, we're gonna have a baby! A little baby!" I exclaim with the abundance of joy i'm feeling coating my words while we go in for a happy hug.
Ella got hers, well our suspicion of her being pregnant confirmed by a doctor at a nearby clinic, and he was pleased to tell us that she's indeed pregnant. That we're expecting a baby together in most likely eight and a half months and possibly even sooner, but that'll be decided when she has her first check up in awhile.
Through the coming days even with the waking up in the early morning to throw up, the glowing that she claims only I can see on her face, her definite moodiness due to the pool of hormones surging through her body and the baby fever we're suffering from, we get accustomed to the now ever present and sure idea of in eight months having our baby in our arms, and becoming a parent again, in a way.
AN: Well . . thoughts?