I walked into the church, wearing my dark blue dress. I was 21 years old and going to be the maid of honor at my brother's wedding. Cody and Bailey decided to wait for a wedding until after college. Cody was an award-winning author and Bailey was an app designer for Apple. The wedding was being held at the remodeled Boston Tipton. The new manager, 25-year-old Madeline Fitzpatrick-Garrett decided that it would be a good idea to hire a security guard. I walked into the Marion Moseby Memorial Ballroom and looked around. Today was only rehearsal but I needed to make sure that everything was perfect. I never thought that I would be one to plan a wedding but I volunteered when their wedding planner had screwed them over.
Over the past three years, I had my share of success in the music world. I had six #1s and sold over 10 million albums. I had also won the Grammy for Best New Artist, following in my dad's footsteps, as well Record of The Year and Song of the Year for "Can't Be There to Kiss You" As for Max, we were still good together after three years. She would be arriving soon for the rehearsal. Bailey walked inside and appeared behind me.
"You don't need to stress so much about this." She declared as she put her hand on my shoulder. "This isn't even your wedding."
"Yeah, I know but I don't want anything to go wrong." I explained. "It is my brother's wedding after all. So, are you ready for your big day?"
"I think I am." She answered. I was pretty sure that she was ready as soon as she had her baby. It was probably still good of them to wait. "After 5 years together and a baby, I think it's finally time to tie the knot. So, are you and Max going to be getting hitched any time soon?"
"I don't know. I also don't know if I'm supposed to propose or if she is. So, marriage doesn't seem to be in our future." I remarked as I continued to scope out the room which had some pews put in for people to sit in. There was even a cross put it. Cody had recently become a bit of a religious person and wanted the Tipton to look like a church. I wasn't as religious as him because I didn't know if they would accept the whole dating a girl thing. Some people who surprisingly did accept were Max's parents. It turned out that she was wrong about them. They said that while they didn't agree with her choice, they supported it and unconditionally loved her the way that God wants. So basically, we both wasted nine months of our lives because of a misconception. That was why she should have just asked about it. Okay…that makes it sound one of us was pregnant.
A little while later, Max arrived at the church/ballroom. I greeted her with a kiss, and she kissed me back.
"So, I have a question for you." Max asked.
"Okay, shoot." I responded as I stood close to her. It felt good to be near her. I couldn't help but wonder what she was going to ask me.
"Have you ever thought about children?" Max questioned.
"To be honest, I haven't" I admitted. I wasn't entirely sure how that would work. "It would be kind of hard for us."
"We could always adopt a baby." She suggested. I really didn't think that would be a good idea.
"You mean like those celebrities who go to foreign countries and bring back children with them. No thanks. If I wanted a child, I would want it to look like me." I told her. "I don't want to be like Angelina Jolie. I don't even like her anymore. You're hotter than she is."
"Oh stop. You know that's not true." She responded as she batted my hand away. I thought she was. I would rather date her than Angelina Jolie. "We could do some artificial insemination like the Octomom did. We would obviously do less kids, but it would be like having our own kids."
"So how does that work exactly?" I asked. I didn't understand the science of it. I was never good at science. I got good grades in it, but I didn't really understand it.
"We just need to get a sperm donor and have one of us use it while ovulating." Max explained.
"It sounds like you've put a lot of thought into this." I pointed out. I was pretty sure that she was giving me a hint that she wanted to have a kid. "So, which one of us would be having this baby?"
"Well, you said that you wanted a child that looked like you so maybe you could." She suggested. "You'd probably hate being pregnant though. You know what maybe we should wait a few years."
"No, we don't have to wait." I replied. I did kind of know what being pregnant would feel like. Bailey made it sound like sucked, but I still wanted to experience it for myself. "If you really want to have a baby right now, I guess I'll do it to make you happy because I love making you happy. But you kind of owe me for this."
"I know I do." She replied as she hugged me. It probably wasn't going to be easy. "Now all we have to do is find someone to donate some sperm for us. We can decide on that after the wedding."
"Yeah, it would be good to do after these next few stressful days." I agreed. "Who knew that planning a wedding would be so hard?"
"I wasn't talking about this wedding." She remarked. I didn't know what other wedding she could be talking about since Maddie and James had already gotten married. Was one of the twins getting married without me knowing?
"Then what are you talking about?" I questioned as I noticed Max reaching into her pants pocket. She then knelt on one knee and pulled out a ring. I was shocked to say the least.
"Zoey Caroline Martin, will you marry me?" She asked. I was also relieved because it meant that I wouldn't have to try to figure out a proposal.
"Yes! You don't even have to ask!" I squealed.
"If I didn't ask you might not know that I wanted to get married." She pointed out as she slid the ring on my finger.
The next day, Cody and Bailey were married. They got their storybook wedding that they wanted. Eileen looked 100 percent adorable in her flower girl dress. She also had a cute nickname for me. She called me Auntie Z. She looked a lot like some old pictures of Bailey that she once showed us.
A few days later we walked into the bridal store both wearing sunglasses.
"How can I help you ladies?" A man that if I had to guess was probably gay asked.
"We're looking for some wedding dresses." Max stated. "But we want them to be different colors."
"Don't tell me. You two are getting married." He replied.
"How'd you know?" I asked. It was probably pretty obvious.
"Well for starters you're wearing a ring and combine that with the fact that your girlfriend is asking for different colored dresses. It's not that hard to figure out, Sweetheart." He replied. Now I was sure that he is gay. I imagined he probably knew a thing or two about the latest bridal fashion. I didn't know what I wanted my dress to look like.
A few months before the wedding, we did receive a sperm donor. James agreed to do it. We probably should have waited until after the wedding because on the day of I was hit with my first bout of morning sickness the day of. Luckily, I made it through the entire ceremony without puking. At the reception I had to stick to a ginger tea. It was supposed to be good for my stomach. I couldn't have picked a worse day for it to happen. It was the day of my wedding, and I couldn't even enjoy it. It really sucked.
What sucked even more was childbirth I remember that day pretty well.
I was nine months pregnant and in my apartment that I shared with Max. I felt so fat and couldn't wait for the stupid pregnancy to be over. My back was killing me. I was eating a sandwich when my water broke. Max rushed me to the hospital. I couldn't believe that I agreed to go through with it. Adoption suddenly seemed a lot more appealing from the moment that I started to go through all of the different pregnancy symptoms.
I went several hours of gradually increasing pain before I was even close to giving birth. And if that wasn't bad enough, I decided to go with a natural birth. I wanted to rip the doctor's head off when he was telling me to push. I was fucking pushing!
Then after what seemed like an eternity, I made out last push to expel the baby girl from my body. I just wanted to rest. We named her Bridget Madeline Baker, taking Max's last name.
They took her away for testing. I was having a little bit of hard time falling asleep. I couldn't help but notice that the nurse looked a little familiar.
"So, I'm not supposed to do this, but can I have your autograph?" She asked. "I'm a huge fan."
"Sure, I just need to know your name." I told her.
"It's Athena." She answered. That was why she looked familiar. I was a little taken aback.
"Did you just say Athena?" I asked.
"Yeah, my parents were going through this Greek God phase when they had me." She answered. She looked like she hadn't met me before. I didn't think she remembered our previous meeting.
I took out pen and paper and began to write on it. I had to write something special on it, even though she probably wouldn't understand.
"Dear, Athena." I wrote. "Thanks for changing my life."
"I don't understand what I did, but you're welcome." She told me.
"I just give that to all of my fans." I replied. "I mean I wouldn't be able to do this without people like you."
Even though she didn't know it anymore, I was eternally grateful for her transforming me. Being turned into a girl was the best thing that ever happened to me.
So Zoey ended up getting married and also had a baby and she ended up meeting Athena again. I figured it was a good way to bring things full circle. Thank you for reading and please don't forget to review.