7 months later

I tried to stand still as Ava, put the last few pins into my wedding gown.

"Will it be ready by tomorrow" I asked uncertainly

"Of course it will "Ava replied without looking up.

We both knew that it had to be done for tomorrow. Whether or not it was done, I would wear it.

Bradin had been out of the hospital for a few weeks, but He didn't go out much. It had taken a toll on his body, and He was still susceptible to illness. I would go to his house every day and we'd do work together, or cuddle or recite poetry to the baby. He loved to put his hand on my stomach and feel her kick. We'd listen to music and dance around, and kiss, and watch movies. We'd recite names to each other and then go into fits of laughter, over silly sounding names . Ava would sometimes sit with us by the fire, and make tiny baby clothes. It was the best couple months of my life. I had been to the doctor a few times to see the progress of my baby, but I hadn't told Bradin much of what I had learned. I had found that it was a girl; I was saving it for tonight.

Our wedding was set for tomorrow. My mother and Ava and I had picked out private cliff overlooking a gorgeous beach, where we'd set up our alter. We had beautiful pale pink and purple flowers that had been weaved into the mesh of the alter making it look as though out of a fairy tale.

Bradin and I would take our vows and then head down to the beach and have our wedding party down there. We had tables set up with champagne and table cloths of lilac, and flowers at every turn. it was going to be a springtime wedding. Bradin had helped

I could not sleep. I was getting married to the guy of my dreams. I wasn't sure how long He'd be around, but I knew we were doing the right thing. We are truly in love. Anything different then love, and I wouldn't have married him.

My mind settled into married life, and peaceful dreams of us watching our daughter grow up, flooded through my head.

I awoke to my mothers humming, and grandma making tea. This was the first day of the rest of my life. I got out of bed, and washed my face. I changed into jeans and a button down shirt. My mother drove me to the hair stylist, where I got out and went in. Two hours later I hopped back into the car. I pulled down the mirrored panel and looked at my gorgeous hair. Would Bradin like it?

We went the spa, to get our pedicures and manicures. My nails were a gorgeous shade of light pink. The back seat of our car, had tons of make-up in it.

Bradin was at a friend's house getting ready, and would meet us at the cliffs. Aunt Ava and my mother carefully proceeded to move stuff down the stairs and into the car. The car clock read 12:35 and the wedding was at 3:00. Ava was going to drop my mom and I off at the cliffs reception area, and go pick up the flowers for the alter and the brides maids, and grooms men.

I helped my mother place flowers on the tables and carefully set plates and candles and silverware. We created place cards, and worked on setting up the decadent napkins, and desert plates etc. We checked the tables and took pictures of everything, and talked about where people were going to sit. It was only a few hours away. I couldn't contain my excitement.

Once we had the place beautified, my mom and I swooped by bradin's house. The house was swarming with people. Grandmothers and grandfathers and cousins and bridesmaids, everybody was giving me well wishing. Aunt Ava led us up to her studio where they both helped me into my dress. There was pinching, and pulling, and pinning, and fixing and fussing, and smiling, and giggling, and laughter. When I was finally in it, it felt great.

My mother went out to the car and with the help of a few people brought in caseloads of make-up, which they attempted to put on me. When everybody had a turn fixing my make-up, and had finished I looked at myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at me was beautiful.

The clock read 2:40, and I didn't want to be late to my own wedding. Everybody could feel the excitement. The atmosphere buzzed around my head, and I was floating on a cloud. MY mom and Aunt Ava drove me to the cliffs at lightning fast speed. Once there I slowly stepped from the car, and waited with the priest while the guests arrived. Bradin arrived, but I wasn't allowed to see him till I walked the aisle. I was so nervous. I was shaking with fear.

What if this wasn't for us?

What if he didn't like how I looked?

Was this the right thing to do?

Once everybody was seated the priest walked to the alter, and Bradin followed with Aunt Ava on his arm. Then the music for my entrance could be heard. I silently willed my feet to move. I was floating on a cloud, it was a heavenly feeling.

I stepped foreword and my mother's fathers arm found mine. I walked with a slow steady tread up to the alter, and I lifted my eyes to see Bradin before me. It was a sight to behold. He was so perfect there in his tuxedo that I could have cried. It was a fantasy to be marrying a wonderful man, who was perfect in every way shape, and form. My fantasy was reality. He was holding a beautiful assortment of flowers. My father stood back as bradin's hands received my own.

His hands were a Luke warm, and mine were freezing. Together I started to feel more at ease with his hands in mine. We were committing the rest of our lives to each other and I could not have done it without him. He was the essence of life as I knew it, and I wouldn't give him up without a fight. I knew that I was blessed to be having bradin's child, and that we'd be together as long as we both shall live.

Bradin's little sister was our ring bearer. When she ascended the aisle I knew it was now or never.

"Do you Rebecca Jamie Kimmel take Bradin Westerly to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do "I replied, and I slipped the ring I had chosen for him onto his finger.

"Do you Bradin westerly take Rebecca Jamie Kimmel to be your lawfully wedded wife?

"I do "came Bradin's voice. And he slipped the most gorgeous wedding ring onto my finger.

"You may now kiss the bride."