Edward and I walk on the bus, hand in hand. We quick flash our passes, moving slowly forward into the packed bus.
We sit down as fast as we can and settle back into our own worlds.
Soon enough, the bus starts up and I lean my head on Hoody's shoulder, closing my eyes and smiling.
His hand is on my tiny belly, but it just makes me happier.
We listen to Edward's iPod, smiling. We're perfectly content together, happy and all smiles.
The bus stops at the next stop and people start to get on.
They shuffle past our seat, all with dazed looks of frustration on their faces.
It's cold. It's wet. Most people don't like that and of course that makes it messier when on public transport.
But there's one face that stops me cold; my breathing and my smiling stops and I freeze up.
Getting away from the scary topic, I have a question for you all. annaharding was telling me about her wedding and how she didn't have a wedding planner. I just thought of a wedding planner because... well, my sister recently got married and she had one. I can't remember if my other sister and my only brother had one though...
So... when you got married, did you or did you not have a wedding planner?
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