Chapter 34

I never noticed it before mum announced she was preggers, but, she was quite large back in December. She was already three months gone. I'm just not very observant. I blame it upon my own self indulgence. Getting too wrapped up in my own thoughts and feelings to take much notice of the 'rents. And I do hope Elijah was conceived whilst they were on a mini break. Because I'd rather not know if they did it whilst I was in the house. I shudder at the thought. They're planning on another sprog after they're married. No doubt that'll be on the honeymoon. Its just so blatantly obvious.

Calum was sentenced last July. They moved the date of the trial. No one realised it was my birthday. Dougie made about twelve formal complaints to a panel of judges and they decided it was unfair to ask me to go through that. I doubt I would have showed up to court if they hadn't have changed the day. So, on the 21st July last year, Calum was sentenced to six years in prison. But he's to be considered for parole in three. Waste of bloody time sentencing him with Six really.

B*stard.

So, here we are now.

12th of August 2019.

Which means me and Doug have been together, what, two years, three months and five days.

Not that I'm counting or anything.

But yes.

I never expecting it to be a very long term thing.

Definitely not something over a year. And yet two have passed.

I'm 19.

He's 32 in November.

And at 1 O'clock this afternoon, mum and dad will be man and wife.

Don't know why it took them so long to do this.

I reckon mum finally booked the day.

Dad's was being way too laid back for his own good, and she got agitated by his lazy attitude. The perfect pair. They contrast each other too well sometimes.

"Brenna.." Mum whispered, poking her head around her bedroom door. "I don't think I can do this..."

"What? Of course you can!" I exclaimed. "Gabrielle will be here in a bit. Danny's dropping her off."

"She's getting a lift from Tom." Mum corrected me. "She and Danny had a small disagreement last night. He slept round Dougie's."

"Ouch." I winced slightly. "Must have been bad, they don't usually fight."

"He thinks' she's having someone on the side." Mum mused. "I said I wouldn't get involved."

"Mum, if you don't get back in that bedroom and get changed, you're going to have a foot up your jacksie." I warned, standing up from the top step and walking over to her bedroom door.

"I am changed." She blushed, opening the door for me.

Wow.

"Mum, you're stunning!" I gasped.

"Shut up." She poked me in the arm. "Come on. I said I'd give you your bridesmaid dress..."

"Mum..." I whined. No way was I going to wear the tangerine tinted sheet of material she had first suggested. She was highly mistaken. I know it's her big day and all... But there's no need to make me look like a walking talking piece of fruit.

"I think you'll like this one." She smiled, walking over to her wardrobe, pulling out a familiar black dry clean bag.

"Are you serious?" I asked, eyeing up the emerald green dress she pulled out of it.

I hadn't had a chance to wear it since Dougie gave it to me. Still never found out how much he'd had to fork out for it either to be honest.

Mum simply nodded.

I bit my lip and trailed a finger tip over the silky garment, glancing at mum who nodded again, and towards the bathroom for me to change.

"Is everyone wearing these?" I asked as I walked out of the bathroom a whole twenty minutes later.

"No. That's one of a kind Versace, Brenna. Everyone else is just in the usual get up. The little truffle dresses." Mum replied.

Oh god.

The truffle dresses.

That was mine and Gabrielle's name for them anyway.

I'm sure she was just made up to be wearing one of those.

You look like a big green truffle once you're in it.

Of, if you're thinking a little cruder, You're a rather fresh looking bogey type object.

V. Attractive.

"Tom!" I squealed, opening the door to he, Gabrielle, Tink and the kids. Both women were in their bridesmaid dresses already, as well as Morgan and Riley. You can't say a six year old and a Two year old look ridiculous. And with them being Tom's offspring, it's pretty much a crime against humanity to say they're anything but adorable.

"Where's the blushing bride?" Tom asked, peeping around the door for a glance.

"She's upstairs where you can't see her!" Mum yelled back from her bedroom.

"Sorry." I laughed, allowing the girls in to the house.

"I was meant to tell Harry what she looked like. He's not seen the dress." Tom replied, watching as his wife and children walked in to the living room.

"Who's dad put as best man?" I asked. "Mum's got me as head bridesmaid. I heard it was tradition for them to dance together. It's not Uncle Dave, is it?"

Tom shook his head and laughed. "I can't tell you that! That was the agreement. But yes, you will have to dance with him."

"But, Tom.." I pouted, batting my oh so long eyelashes at him. He shook his head again and pecked me on the cheek.

"I'll see you in an hour sweetheart. All my best to your mum. Tell her Harry's all nerves today." He chuckled and left.

"Hello Riley" I cooed as I felt the little blonde haired toddler head butt my leg as she crawled in to it.

I smiled and picked her up, standing so she was able to partially sit on my hip. "And how are you today?"

She gurgled and waved at me, before prodding one of her chubby little fingers at my nose. I waved back and tapped her nose with my own finger. She giggled and repeated the actions. Riley looked a lot like her dad. Blonde hair with trademark brown eyes. They even shared that single dimple. I better give Riley back to Laura. I'm getting an odd feeling. In the pit of my stomach. What a peculiar sensation.

I think...

No...

I want...

Gahh shut up, Brenna.