Chapter Eleven

"I've been thinking," said Noah, as we cuddled in bed later that night.
"About what," I said. "Is this a good thing or a bad thing,"
"Oh don't worry it's a good thing, I was just thinking about what our wedding will be like," he said smiling.
"I've been thinking about that too," I said. "Tell me I'm being silly but we're both eighteen now, so it's legal, and I don't know whether it's because Christmas isn't that far away,"
"You want to get married soon," he said smiling. "I do too, I think that would be a great way to end our year and start a new one as husband and wife,"
"How about when we're in New York," I said. "I wouldn't want it to be on Christmas Day, because that's all about the kids, but it will be close enough to Christmas,"

"We could do it in Central Park by the lake," he said.
"Oh that would be wonderful," I said. "Especially if it snows,"
"Yeah," he said smiling. "So will you change your name,"
"Of course," I said. "I love being a Berry, but I want to be a Puckerman, I mean Darcy is, and Jack is, so now I think it's my turn to join,"
"That makes me so happy," he said. "I love you so much,"
"I love you too," I said. "So much,"

I kissed him softly and it became much more intense and, well come on you know what we're like, soon we were making slow and passionate love. I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face, I really couldn't wait to become Mrs Rachel Puckerman.

The next day was a Saturday, so I began looking on my laptop and began writing down numbers to call people. It was soon all arranged, we were getting married at 9pm 23rd December. Now all we had to do was tell our friends because of course they would be our bridesmaids and groomsmen. So we spent the day decided who we were going to invite. I hadn't spoken to my extended family for years, they could cope with my parents, but I suppose one scandal is bad enough, they refused to help during my pregnancy and we didn't see them until the funeral of my parents.

I had hoped that seeing us, and seeing how much we cared for each other, would have buried the hatchet so to speak, but it hadn't. But being the person that I am, I didn't want to just not invite them, I decided to call them and invite them. "Hello," said my grandmother's voice.
"Hello Grandma," I said.
"Oh it's you," she said. "Don't tell me he's left you and you want us to bail you out," I bit my lip to refrain from saying something I would regret.
"You couldn't be more wrong Grandma," I said through my teeth. "Look you don't have to come, but I think we owe it to my parents to put this all behind us and start a fresh,"
"I suppose you're right," she said after a few minutes.
"I'm getting married Grandma," I said.
"What," she said, it sounded like she's spat out whatever she was drinking.
"You heard me," I said. "I know this might be a shock to you, but please hear me out," all I heard was the sound of the phone call ending.

I sighed, but decided not to dwell on it too much, there were 6 weeks yet. Even thinking about it made me shiver with excitement. I really couldn't wait.