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Chapter 20
Lucy's POV
I sat in front of my vanity mirror and ran my brush through my hair. I couldn't believe that it was finally my wedding day. I was so lucky to be marrying a man like Mike, who loved and cared for me. I just never imagined I would be six months pregnant when this day came.
"Are you ready to go?" I turned toward the voice and saw my dad standing in the doorway. "Everyone's waiting for you in the car."
"I'm as ready as I will ever be," I answered.
"You're not having second thoughts are you?" Dad asked concerned.
"No, of course not. Mike is a great guy and I can't wait to be married to him," I smiled up at my father.
"Then we should get going," Dad told me. "We don't want to be late."
I rose from my seat and grabbed my dress before following Dad down the stairs. I climbed into the passenger's seat and we headed for the church. Once we arrived at the church Mom, Mary, Ruthie, and I made our way back to my changing room aka my father's office. Meanwhile Dad and my brothers headed off to make sure everything else was coming along smoothly.
"I can't believe my baby sister is getting married before me," Mary told me as she applied makeup to my face.
"I can't believe it either," I answered. "But I am defiantly looking forward to spending the rest of my life with Mike."
"I'm sure you are," Mom told me. "You and Mike have been through so much together. You deserve to be happy."
"Yeah," I answered. "I think that we saved each other, literally and figuratively."
"He's certainly the best guy you have ever dated," Ruthie added.
"I know. That's why I'm marrying him and not one of those other guys," I answered as Mom unzipped the bag holding my dress.
I took the dress and slipped it on, allowing Mom to help me with the zipper. "So what do you think?" Mom asked.
I looked in the mirror and saw my figure standing in the long, white, silk gown. The spaghetti straps hung loosely on my shoulders and the fabric hugged my round belly perfectly. "It's perfect."
"Mike is going to be blown away when he sees you," Ruthie smiled at me.
"You look really beautiful Luce," Mom hugged me.
"Yeah, you do," Mary agreed. "Do you have everything that you need?"
"Well the dress is my something new. My locket is something old. My garter is my something blue and my earrings are my something borrowed." I answered, "I'm ready to do this."
"I'm glad you feel that way Luce," Dad popped his head in the door. "We're ready."
I smiled and hugged my parents before moving into the hallway. Matt was waiting for me and I took his hand. I stood at the church entrance as I watched Mike and my father appear in front of the audience.
The music began to play and I watched as Ruthie walked the twins down the aisle. I continued to watch as Simon walked with Mom and Robbie accompanied Mary. The guests then stood as Matt escorted me to the front of the church. I could already feel the tears burning my eyes as I saw Mike standing there. He had never looked more handsome then he did at that moment. I silently wondered if he was thinking the same thing about me. Once we were at the front, my mother pulled back my veil and I stood next to Mike.
"We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony," Dad paused looking at me tearfully. "Who gives this woman to be with this man?"
"We do," my family smiled and the crowd laughed.
Dad nodded and continued on with the ceremony. "If anyone has reason why these two should not be wed, please, speak now or forever hold you peace."
I smiled as I glanced back at the audience. This was it. There was nothing standing in our way. We were finally going to be happy. My smile faded as I felt the stabbing pain in my stomach.
"Oooww!" I cried out, grabbing Mike's shoulder for balance.
"Luce, what's wrong?" Mike asked worried. "Is it the babies?"
"I thinkā¦.." I guided myself to the floor. "I think something is wrong with the babies."
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