June 1, 2004

Week 10

Neela was already having trouble fitting into her clothes. She knew that you showed earlier with twins most of the time. She could barely zip her pants up though!

"Shit." Neela groaned as she lay on the bed still trying to zip them up.

"Such a mouth on you!" Michael said.

"Well, these don't fit!" She sat back up, "I think we should talk."

"About what?" Michael asked, "It's okay if you go to a size eight." Neela chuckled softly.

"It's not about my expanding waist...Well, it is of sorts." She looked at him, "This is a very small apartment. We're going to have twins and there is no bloody way a family of four can fit in here."
"I know." He said opening his bottle of cologne. He watched Neela's face turn green and he closed he bottle. "I was planning on going house hunting sometime this summer."

"I was going to go with you weren't I?" Neela arched her eyebrows.

"Yes." He chuckled, "How many bedrooms should we get?"

"Three or four, I guess." Neela shrugged, "Could we afford that?"

"Not really, but we'll get it." Michael said, "Our student loans can't hold us back from our dreams." Neela's face softened.

"I do have a dowry." Neela said. Michael looked at her.

"People still do that?" He asked. Neela chuckled.

"Yes and that brings me tot he second thing I wanted to talk to you about." She told him.

"Uh oh." Michael chuckled. Neela gave him a look.

"It's just...I want to get married before the twins come." She said. Michael's throat went dry.

"B-Before?" He asked.

"Yes before. I can't give my parents another reason to be mad at me." She said.

"What are the other reasons they are mad at you?" Michael asked. Neela chuckled.

"One, I moved to the states. Two, I've gotten interested in Muslim and Catholic holidays." She said, "And third, you."

"I've corrupted their daughter. She lives in Chicago, fasts, and likes a little brown sugar." He said. Neela couldn't help but to laugh.

"I honestly think they have a bigger problem with you than experimenting with other religions." Neela said, "But I'm serious, Michael, I want to get married before they come."

"I don't think we have enough money or time to plan a proper wedding." Michael said. Neela's eyes sparkled with mischief.

"I've always wanted to visit Las Vegas." She said. Michael stared at her.

"Are you serious?" He asked.

"Yes," She said, "I don't care where we get married, Michael, I just want to get married."

"Man, your dad is going to kill me." Michael said.

"He won't have a chance. My family has stated they never want to come to come to America." Neela said.

"Do you really want to get married in Las Vegas?" He asked her.

"Yes." Neela said. Michael sighed.

"All right. I'll ask Kerry for some time off and we'll do it." Michael said. Neela smiled with happiness. Yes, her parents would flip, but she didn't care. She just wanted to marry the father of her children.

June 15th, 2004

Week 12

Michael was starting to regret about marrying Neela before the twins were born. It felt like things were moving way too fast. Whenever she talked about the wedding, he realized how panicked he got. It wasn't that he didn't want to marry Neela, it was just...getting too much.

"All right, tell me what you think." Neela stood in front of him holding up two white dresses."

"I don't think these will fit you by the time we get married." He said. Neela frowned slightly.

"They'll be fine." She said, "I can let them out if not. Now tell me, which dress do you prefer?" Michael stared at them. They looked exactly the same.

"Okay, what is the difference between them?" He asked.

"Are you serious?" Neela frowned.

"Yes. I'm serious." Michael said. Neela sighed.

"This one has the silk ribbon around the waist and this one doesn't." Neela said.

"Then the ribbon one. It'll be easier to let out." Michael said. Neela thought about it for a moment and nodded.

"All right." She hung it up on the back of the door, "I called around to the chapels and got a list of prices." Michael shifted uncomfortably.

"Neela, I think we should talk." Michaels aid.

"About what?" She asked as she pulled her pajamas on.

"Us getting married." He told her. Neela stared at him.

"What about our wedding?" Neela asked, "You're not having second thoughts are you?"

"Well, Yeah. I am." Michaels aid. Neela sucked in a sharp breath.

"Why?" She whispered.

"I still won't to marry you, Neela." He sold her. She began to relax slightly. "All of this wanting to get married before the twins come...I can't do it."

"What? Why not?" Neela asked, "You agreed to it."

"I know, Neela, but I think we shouldn't rush into this." Michael said.

"Fine." She snapped, "Why don't you just call the whole bloody thing off?" Michael held up his hands.

"Whoa. Whoa. No." He said, "I don't want to call this off. I just want to postpone it."

"Why? I don't understand." Neela said. He could see tears forming in her eyes. He made a mental note to never make a pregnant woman upset.

"Because I want to have a proper wedding and not be married by some Elvis impersonator. I want to meet your parents, your sister, your brother in law, and your niece, your everyone." Michael said, "I want our co-workers to see us marry. I didn't know this was such a big deal."

"This is our wedding, Michael!!" Neela cried, "I..."

"Don't you want a proper wedding? Dress in that gogreous white dress and walked down that aisle towards me?" He asked. Neela's lips quivered as she nodded.

"That's all I've ever wanted." Neela chocked out. Michael smiled, "but...But I'm still mad at you, so you're sleeping on the couch."

"The couch?" Michael asked.

"Yes. The couch." Neela said picking up a pillow. He would sleep on the couch. He knew she had a lot to process and frankly, so did he.

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