November 17th, 2004
Week 34
Today was the day. Michael was going to marry the woman of his dreams. He felt like he was going to throw up. He felt like he was going to faint, but he was sure Neela felt the same way.
"I think, I'm going to throw up." Michael mumbled. Elijah picked up a small wastebasket.
"Here." he said with a chuckle.
"Don't be an ass." Michael looked in the mirror fixing his tie. "Is it normal to feel like you're going to pass out?"
"Yup." Elijah said when a knock came upon the door. James stepped in. Michael stared at his brother with a frown.
"What do you want?" he asked. James smiled softly.
"I wanted to check on my little brother." He said, "It's not like you get married every day."
"I'm sure you're thankful for that." Michael muttered.
"Mike, I'm wishing you luck here." James said, "I love you." Michael's face softened.
"I love you too, but I love Neela too." He said. James nodded.
"I know and I'm here to tell you that I'm welcoming her into my family." James said, "I want to be apart of the twins' lives."
"That means a lot to me." Michael said, "I don't want her race coming in between us. We were raised to be better than that."
"So mother keeps reminding me." James chuckled extended his hand, "Can we start over?"
"Of course." Michael grabbed his brother's hand and pulled him into a hug, "You need to start over with Neela too."
"I have." James laughed, "I went in and talked with her. Michael, you're going to faint when you see her walking down the aisle towards you. She looks utterly gorgeous."
"She always looks gorgeous." Michael beamed. Steven knocked on the door.
"Mike, it's time to take your place." He said. Michael licked his lips and nodded.
"All right." He said looking at himself in the mirror. "This is as good as it's going to get." Michael left the room. His heart was racing. It felt like it was going to burst. He knew Neela was probably freaking out. He hoped that her water would not break during the ceremony. He knew that they were cutting this very close. He stepped out onto the aisle. Everyone looked at him with large smiles on their faces.
"Oh Michael." Jacquelyn beamed with pride as she led her son to his place. "I'm so proud of you."
"I know." Michael rolled his eyes, kissing his mother's cheek. He glanced over at the pews. Everyone looked excited. He looked at all the flowers and the red satin draped over everything. It looked so beautiful. It had a nice Indian feel to it…Not that he was trying to impress neela's parents anymore.
"This is it." Elijah nudged his brother as the pianist began to play. Annika and Priya began to walk down the aisle. They threw red and white rose petals. They looked so adorable.
Then Abby began to walk down the aisle. She looked beautiful in the red sari Neela told him about. She smiled at him as if to warn him of the upcoming beauty. She stood in her assigned spot. Then the wedding march began.
The doors opened up and it was like Heaven's own doors opened up. An Angel was there. Michael had no idea what type of wedding dress Neela had picked out until that very moment.
She was dressed in the most beautiful white dress Michael had ever seen. It covered all her curves and bumps in the right places. Her veil made her look like she had a halo. Michael had never seen anything so beautiful. Tears swelled in his eyes as he watched her walk down the aisle towards him.
"Oh God." Michael whispered as Neela walked up to him. She grinned brightly seeing the tears trickle down his cheeks.
"It's not that bad." She said.
"You're so beautiful." He said, wanting so desperately to kiss her.
"Wait." Neela giggled.
"Friend, family, We are gathered here today to witness the union of two people, Michael and Neela." The priest said. Michael took Neela's hands and gave them a squeeze. This was it.
The reception was huge. There was no denying it. The Indian band was loud and awesome. Everyone was dancing and laughing. Neela sat contently at the head table watching everyone. There was no way she was going to get on the dance floor. She'd go into labour.
"Here's some more cake, Mrs. Gallant." Michael smiled sitting next to her.
"Mrs. Dr. Gallant." She chuckled. Michael nodded.
"I stand corrected." he said wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "We're finally married, baby."
"Amazing, isn't it?" Neela smiled.
"It's perfect." He said. Finally, his life's dreams were coming true. He had a gorgeous wife and soon, he would have gorgeous children. What more could anyone want?
December 1st, 2004
Week 36
Neela found it amazing that people addressed her as Dr. Gallant or Mrs. Gallant. It would take a while for her to get used to it. She found herself writing her name on a piece of paper as she relaxed in bed. She laughed with embarrassment when she caught herself doing it.
"Neela, are you up?" Michael called out as he walked into the house.
"I'm awake but not up." She said fluffing her pillows. She had been having irregular contractions for the past couple of days so she had been staying in bed a lot more than usual.
"I bought you flowers." he walked into the bedroom with a bouquet of yellow roses. Neela grinned brightly.
"How beautiful." She extended her hands, "They're beautiful." Neela brought the flowers up to her nose. She smelled the wonderful smell.
"How are you feeling?" Michael asked kissing the top of her head.
"Bad. Heavy. My pelvis is so sore I can't believe it." She said.
"Well it's shifting to help you pop those babies out." Michaels aid kicking his shoes off, "Any m ore contractions?"
"One at noon and one a three." Neela said. Michael got into bed with her.
"Okay. That is not bad. Have you lost your plug yet?" he asked. Neela shook her head.
"Nope. I would have called you if I did so don't worry." She chuckled cuddling into him. "Can you believe this, Michael? At any moment I could go into labour. Chander and Teja could be in our arms tomorrow."
That thought scared the shit out of Michael. He wanted nothing more to be a father, but these months have flown by so quickly. He thought he would have had more time to prepare, but he did not. Neela was right. They were coming.
"It's pretty exciting." Michael smiled, "We're pretty lucky."
"Very lucky." Neela sighed, "But I'm still scared."
"About what?" Michael looked at her with a frown.
"The NICU." Neela said. Michael sighed deeply. "My baby brother died there you know."
"I know." He said. "There's a chance they will be in there, but it shouldn't be serious."
"Shouldn't be but we both know things could happen. The cord could be wrapped around one of their necks." She said, "We know the rate of stroke during labour." Michael laughed.
"Neela, stop thinking about that kind of stuff." He said. "Think about the joy you'll have when Teja and Chander are placed in your arms. Imagine them gripping onto your fingers."
"That will be kind of cool." Neela sighed, "But I can't help to think about what might happen."
"We may get in a fatal car accident on the way to the hospital or our house may burn up in a fire. We can play What-if's all day long, neela, but we're not going to." Michael said, "This is a happy time and only happy things are going to happen to us."
"I wish there was a guarantee though." Neela said.
"I know. Me too." Michael said.
"It'd make life a lot more easy." She sighed deeply. She knew she should be thinking like this.
"I'm here to make your life more easy." Michael kissed her cheek again. He hated hearing her talk so negatively. He supposed it was good for Neela to prepare herself, but…But it still scared
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