Pawnshops and Carousels
AvalonReeseFanFics
A/N: Happy Sunday my wonderful readers. And here we have a big announcement. It's a bit of a shorter chapter but it's super, super, super cute. Hopefully you guys like this one. As always don't forget to leave a review and I'll see you guys next week!
Chapter 20
Despite the family discovering they were married before the party, the engagement party still went on. And Seth got to tell all their friends that surprise we were really married already as they had eloped and gotten married in Vegas.
At that party we put up a huge projector and showed them the video that the Graceland Wedding Chapel had taken of our brief wedding, we showed them pictures and answered all the questions they had. And then it was announced that we would be having a real ceremony in a real church very soon that everyone in attendance would be invited to.
Something Les and Lilli decided was absolutely necessary, and announced to the group, without telling us they were going to do so.
So that was another expenditure we needed to worry about and save for.
But if it would make the Gold's happy, I was happy to oblige… originally. I've spent the last month and a half since the engagement party wedding planning, and by wedding planning I mean arguing Lilli out of everything tacky and super expensive that she wanted to do.
She wanted me in a giant, tule, cupcake like princess dress for my wedding dress, because my first one was nice but now I needed a proper one. I don't look good in cupcake like dresses, I wanted something more slim fitting, but Lilli kept hinting that I was too cubby for one of those, which you know… was super rude and very hurtful.
She also wanted ice sculptures and dozens upon dozens of pink roses to match the lacy doily and pastel pink Little-Bo-Peep theme she seemed to want. She wanted balloon arches and string quartets, and giant candle sticks as party favours. She wanted the cake to at least be five tiers, anything under that and well… why bother?
The problem was, Seth and I didn't want that. We wanted a small intimate wedding. We wanted red black and gold to be our colors, we wanted ivy and candle light for romantic slow dances. We wanted a normal sized cake and Italian food, served on plates with normal sized servings not buffet styled. We wanted our wedding, not some fantasy that Lilli thought was cute.
But every time I voiced my opinion Lilli got upset, claimed I didn't like her taste or her and that I didn't want her involved. Which was not true at all, I just didn't want her to be so over-bearing about it. But are arguments lately were ending in screaming and tears on both ends and I didn't want that. This was supposed to all culminate in a happy day. At this rate it was going to tear apart our family.
I was starting to look forward to being in the office dealing with Ashley and Seth's arguing rather then spending days on end shopping for things I didn't want or need for a wedding I was wishing wasn't going to happen anymore.
Seth and I were married already and it was perfect. I don't want to do it again just to please the Golds. Okay that's not true, I do, but I don't want to be guilted into a wedding I can't afford and completely hate just because we eloped.
That morning I'm not feeling well. Seth wakes up and I'm already hunched over the toilet vomiting. He's by my side only after he goes to the kitchen to get me water. He puts a glass in my hand and crouches down beside me.
"You okay?" he asks after I wipe my mouth on the cold towel he's damped and offers me. I nod. This is the third day I've woken up needing to puke. The first day it happened I was in bed all day I was so sick. We all assumed it was food poisoning, probably from one of the many cakes Lilli and I had tried the day before.
But Lilli hadn't been sick so we figured it was a singled-out reaction, from eating so much cake in one day. I think it's all the chocolate, for some reason they didn't taste as good as I thought they would. I had never not liked chocolate before though.
"Still fighting the food poisoning? Maybe you have a stomach bug," he offers. "You should stay at home."
I look up at him with my watery eyes and almost smile at him. "Are you sure, will you be okay?"
"Of course. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'll miss you, I'd obviously rather have you there, and my day's gonna be dark and cloudy with out you to light it up for me. But baby… you've been sick for three days and I'm starting to get worried."
I put my hands out and he immediately grabs them and pulls me up. Once I'm up I wrap my arms around his neck but don't go to kiss him, though he does press a kiss to my temple as he holds me tight back.
"If you don't feel better after today, I'm gonna take you to a doctor, I don't care what you say."
I nestle myself into his chest, just wanting to keep him close simply because he makes me feel better. I almost ask him to stay home with me, I know he will if I ask, but that's not fair. He's needed at the Pawnshop and he shouldn't have to suffer just because I'm not feeling well.
"Are you going to be okay if I go to work?" he asks me and I love that he's picked up on my own silent desires. I smile my thanks up to him but eventually tell him that I'll be fine.
Still Seth ends up going into work late, only to stay back to make sure that I'm in bed resting and I've got soup simmering on the stove top for me. He tells me to call him if I need anything, anything at all, and he doesn't care what's going on he'll stop what he'd doing to come to me.
It's nice to have that though I figure a day off cuddling with Escobar is just what I need to kick this illness. But I'm only in the bed for a couple of minutes before I start contemplating my symptoms. I've been sick for three days, I've also been really moody, with weird cravings. For some reason the chocolate cakes, which have always been my favourite, didn't taste good. And probably the weirdest new change is I suddenly hate Seth's cologne, and I've always loved his cologne. Granted he's been very nice and not wearing it but it's so bad that if I catch a whiff of it on clothes while I'm doing laundry I'll gag.
In my head I immediately start counting and I don't like the number I get.
I force myself out of bed, turn off the stove and go for my purse and my boots. I put a light coat on over my PJ top and immediately head out to the corner store down the block. I don't care if I look like a disaster, I need to get myself a pregnancy test to figure out if that's what's wrong with me… or if it's something else.
Either way I'm nervous and I kinda wish that I had asked Seth to stay home.
Sabrina: It only takes me ten minutes to buy that pregnancy test and all the junk food I'm craving and then get it back to out apartment. It doesn't take me long to need to pee, my bladder's been super small these days, but the thirty minutes of waiting just to see what it says is what gets me. I worry about the outcome, still not sure which outcome I want. And I don't know how I'm going to tell Seth if it comes out positive. I find myself crying, first in worry and then happiness at the result. Luckily by the end of the thirty minutes I had figured out which outcome I wanted and just how I was going to tell Seth about my new found feelings.
I'm calling off the wedding.
That was the text. That was it. That was all I got. I finished closing a deal that Ashley couldn't. Finished yelling at her over why I felt the need to interfere in another one of her deals and then checked my phone and got that fucking bomb.
I call Sabrina immediately to get some sort of explanation but she doesn't answer. I send her a text back asking her to explain but she ignores that too. So, I call again, still no answer.
I don't tell my dad what she said to me, but I do tell him that I'm worried about her and I'm going home for the rest of the day. Dad says nothing, he's obviously not pleased but lets me go.
On the whole drive home I'm panicking. I can't think of a reason why she would just… call off the wedding. I know she's been arguing with my mother a lot about the wedding but that isn't a reason to call it off, is it? Rationally I assume she's just frustrated with my mother again. Irrationally I wonder if she's so mad with my family that she's going to call off our wedding-redo and leave me as well.
I take the steps up to our apartment three at a time. We're on the fourth floor but I'm too antsy to wait for the elevator.
I burst into our apartment startling Sabrina who was merely sitting on the couch, she's in my giant UofM sweater that she loves so much and she has tears streaming down her face.
"What's wrong?" I ask her. "What happened, why are you upset? Did you and my mom argue again? Whatever it is we can fix it, I'll fix it. I'll talk to my mom again if I have to just please, please, please don't cry and please don't leave me. Now tell me what's wrong."
I've given her no chance to actually answer any of questions I've asked but she sniffs and wipes her eyes with the sweater's sleeve. Normally I'd be pissed but I'd let her use that sweater as a tissue at this point if it made her happy, hell if it kept her with me I'd let her use it as toilet paper.
"I'm not trying to leave you, and I didn't argue with your mom either."
Then what the fuck, Sabrina! I wanted to yell that at her but I didn't. Instead I reach out and grab her shoulders just so I could feel her and say: "Then you better have a damn good reason for calling off this wedding cause you know my parents will be pissed."
She sniffs again and just stares at me and I find myself rambling again. "Obviously I'm going to stand by the decision. We don't need another wedding cause we're already married but they're gonna fight us on this so tell me what's going on and we'll find a way to tell my parents together."
She still doesn't say anything, instead she pulls something out of the sweater pocket and hands it to me. I take it without a second thought, this little wand like thing, knowing exactly what it is but not knowing why she would give me one. I look over the pregnancy test with the little plus sign in the result window and my heart and mind stop working all at once.
"Is that… is this…" "Uh-huh…" "This is a pregnancy test… it's… it's…" "Uh-huh…" "We're going to have a baby?"
"Uh-huh"
I turn my shocked eyes up to her and realize that she's grinning. She's not crying cause she's upset, she's crying out of happiness. She's pregnant, we're going to have a baby.
"I figure we'd rather save for a baby than a wedding," she says and I swoop in immediately to kiss her. Of course I'd rather save for a baby than a wedding and there's no way my parents can argue with that logic either.
I kiss her over and over, her hands framing my face so she can kiss me properly. I have one arm around her and the other to the currently flat belly where my baby now resides. I can't help but shed a few manly tears myself because I'm once again shocked breathless by the sheer luck of it all.
There was a time in my life that I never once thought I'd ever manage to win Sabrina back, but not only was she my wife, she was going to have my baby too. I'm literally the luckiest man on the planet and there is nothing that can bring me down.
