Generation 2, Chapter 15: There's no running away from something like this

"Aaron, we need to talk." That one sentence, those simple words, they were loaded with much deeper meaning. The engagement ring hung on my finger, its weight barely recognizable, but that didn't make a difference. He and I were engaged, we were living together, and that meant that we make decisions together.

"Speak now, or forever hold your peace, my dear," he glanced over the rim of his morning paper, half interested in what I had to say. I knew now why many people didn't want to get married. Slip a ring on someone's finger and they're lazy. Worse than that, you were stuck with them until death parted you.

"You're not gonna put down your paper?" I frowned, ticking one long finger on the table in front of me. He had to put it down. Didn't he? Was he that ignorant of our current status? I was pregnant, for God's sake!

"Well, babe, I'm searching for a bigger house for us two and the baby... Is what you have to say more important than that?"

If he had been sitting close to me, I would have slapped him.

Crossing my arms across the length of my chest, I fixed my gaze upon the pictures on the wall. The tears wanted to come, but I didn't want them to. I couldn't let them flow. "No, I guess your morning paper is much more important than the future we're gonna share," I sniffed, idly dabbing away the wetness on my cheek.


I guess crying makes people notice you faster. "Oh my gosh, babe, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he quickly slammed down the paper, shooting up from his chair and taking me into his arms. "It's just... If you're dad came to visit, I just want him to know that I take care of his daughter, and that's why I'm so obsessed with finding us a better house."


"Forget about my dad and all his threats," I smiled timidly. "How about you and I go for a walk? We have some talking to do."

With the house keys in my grip, I locked the door behind us, setting out in a hasty sprint.

"KAYLIN! Jesus, you didn't say we were going to run the whole damn time!"

"You need your exercise, Aaron. You're picking up weight, and that's bad for your acrobat career!"

"Are you serious?" I heard his footsteps halt, probably stopping to examine his abdomen area. Boys and their muscles. It was almost as bad as their relationship with cars.

There was one place Aaron and I shared in our hearts. One place we would forever remember and cherish, one place we will always feel safe by. It was the place where everything between us started.

"Our park...," Aaron murmured, stopping to take in the sights of the jungle gyms.

"Yup. I haven't been here since...well, I wanted to say 'since that mishap with Charlie', but I'll just stick with 'since forever'. I thought it would be nice to come back here and, you know, chill out."

"Well then, let's...'chill', as you would say. How about on that bench over there."

"Alrighty," I smirked, taking a seat on the right side of the bench. My most favorite side. It was closest to the swings. It might be weird, but I liked sitting close to it.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

"It's about the baby... I want to start thinking of name suggestions."

"Really?" Aaron visibly gulped. "Is it that far along already that we know the gender?"

"No! Definitely no!" I chuckled slightly. "The doctor says I'm about 8 weeks along, and that I could expect a baby bump to be visible sometime soon, maybe another month or so. I just thought it might be nice to find a name to call this little one in the meantime. Options are always nice to have, you know."

"Oh, well, that's a relief! Don't get me wrong, I'd love to know what gender it is, but... I desperately need those 9 months to prepare myself, or in this case, those 7 months."

"You'll be ready when the time demands it," I assured him, lightly resting my hand upon his. "Parenthood hides somewhere within us. It might be deep, but we just have to scratch it open. I wasn't ready at all, but the mother in me is starting to come out. SO! Baby names? Can you think of any off of the top of your mind? I like the name 'Charlotte' a lot, for a girl, and for a boy...probably 'Jasper'."

"Um..." He cleared his throat, and fell silent for a short minute. "How does Amelia sound?"

"Wow. It's...beautiful. Really elegant and old-fashioned, but in a good way... How did you think of that one?"

"It's, uh...," he spluttered, trying to clear his throat again. His cheeks glowed a bright red, which fit adorably with his eyes. "It's my mother's middle name. She always wanted to pass it down, but there weren't any hopes of grandchildren, so she gave up on that dream."

"That's nice... Amelia. That'll be its name. Let's hope it's a girl, otherwise your mom could be upset about that small fact. Maybe in four months time, we could find out if it'll be passed on."

He smiled, playfully nudging my arm. But his eyes lost its playfulness as he stared across the field. Without warning, Aaron jumped up from his seat, standing in front of me and offering his hand.

"You said your baby bump will be visible sometime soon?" he asked cryptically.

"Uh, yeah, and?"

"So you won't be able to fit into a wedding dress?"

"Obviously not. Are you insinuating that I'm going to be fat?"

"No, no, of course not," he laughed halfheartedly, a nervous edge tingling on the side of it. "I just thought if you wanted to get married in a dress... We should get married now."

"Seriously, as in, today? But what about inviting guests? A venue? We wouldn't be able to hire a minister in such short notice!" I protested, the tone of my voice rising with each word.

"We don't have to have a BIG ceremony for now. We can just go down to city hall and get married... Then we could go have a small wedding with just our friends there. How does that sound?"

I bit my lip, looking at the ground. The arrangement of a few pebbles closely resembled that of a heart. Follow your heart. Do the right thing. "Okay," I sighed. "But I know a lot of people will be having objections over this."

My heart soared as I quickly texted Bridget and Janelle the details of our arrangement, and the fact that they had to attend our wedding in the clothes they were wearing at the time. I was lucky that I already had a eye on a wedding dress at a store, making that decision much easier. My hair was a hopeless case, and I roughly pinned it up with a hair clip. Makeup was no issue, and I applied the usual amount I do everyday. It was a special day, yet I didn't feel special at all. And the weirdest thing of it all, I didn't care. I didn't want a fancy wedding, with the beautiful sunset and extravagant venue. I wanted Aaron and I to be together; the rest didn't matter at all.

City hall's ugly wallpaper came and went as we quickly finalized our wedding there. On paper, we were declared betrothed. We were Mr and Mrs Rose. I didn't want to keep the name Webber, and Aaron wanted to forget about his family, so we created a new family line, or technically, re-started my mother's line. The Rose family name was going to continue.

"How in God's name are you going through with this awful act of insanity?" Janelle  almost-yelled at us at the two of us when she arrived at small gazebo we decided to hold our real ceremony at.

"Thanks for coming, Janelle," I smiled at her, ignoring the condescending tone in her voice. "This is a special ceremony, and you're lucky we're sharing this with you."

As Janelle walked away muttering, I saw Charlie wink in our general direction, and Bridget holding up her two thumbs for us to see, grinning like a loon.

"You ready for this?" Aaron whispered close to my ear.

"Technically, we're already married, so I guess I have to be ready!" I chuckled softly.

"Hey..." He caught my chin, forcing me to look in those beautiful, big brown eyes. "You look beautiful, and you hardly put any effort into it. You're perfect to me. Always remember that."

And with those words, our little ceremony started.

Vows were a tradition at weddings, and the thought of promising so many things scared me. That's why we thought it smart to keep the longer version of our vows for a later date.

"Kaylin, you're my world. I was a blind man, no, a dumb, cocky bastard of a man before you found me and showed me the reality of life. We didn't start off perfect... But that's how many great things start. I can't promise you the moon, the sun, space craft to go visit other planets... But I can promise you that I'll remain faithful to you and only you. Thank you for making me so happy, and agreeing to marry me." Towards the end, his voice cracked, and I almost sneaked a kiss, only to remember that happens at the end of the ceremony.

"This ring is a symbol of my love, and the promise I made to you. As there is no end to a circle, there is no end to our love and no breaking of that promise," he murmured as he gently slipped the ring onto my finger.

My turn arrived. I didn't know what to say, what to promise. His speech was perfect, so how could I even try to upstage that?

No. I didn't have to upstage him. I had to speak from the heart.

"Aaron, you're a gift, a gift to everyone around you, a gift that I thought I would never need, want, or have. You showed me a path when I desperately needed a guide. You were my torch, the light in my life. Everyday I'm with you, I will show you that you're a gift that I deserve. You made me a better person, a person that's ready to face the world, and I want to spend everyday with you, learn from you what I haven't yet, and love you till the day I die."

"Perfect," Aaron whispered, grinning from ear to ear.

"This ring is a symbol of my love, and the promise I made to you. As there is no end to a circle, there is no end to our love and no breaking of that promise ," I repeated the same words Aaron spoke earlier.

My hand reached to cover his hand wearing the ring, and in turn he did the same. At that moment, we both stared into each other's eyes, smiling and crying at the same time. We had been fighting the feelings for so long, and at last, we were married, ready to start a family of our own.

Charlie noisily cleared his throat behind us, bellowing in a deep, low voice: "With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

He didn't have to ask us twice.

Caught in a passionate embrace, a part of my mind still cared about the world around me, and my left ear was tuned in on the conversation between Janelle and Charlie.

"Hey, Charles... How do you feel about getting married and making babies?" Janelle looked him straight in the eyes.

"I'm open to it. That is, if a certain someone would want to be stuck at my side for a long time..."

"I'm sure that 'someone' would make the sacrifice," she laughed. "It can't be that bad, being with only one person for the rest of her life! That just depends on how good you are in bed..."

At that point, I stopped listening.

But I couldn't deny something else that was happening... Not everyone was in a happy mood.

"BRIDGET!" I called after her as soon as I noticed she was gone from her chair. She was running away from us, across the bridge. Running away from the happiness that she had no part in. Despite her hardy outlook and changed nature, Bridget was lonely and soft on the inside.

Kicking out my high heels and leaving them on the deck, I ran after her, feeling the wet grass tickling across the bottom of my foot. Not comfortable at all.

"Bridget...," I gasped, trying to refill my lungs with air after that short burst of speed. "W-what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I'm crying 'cause I live a miserable life, Kay. I'm crying because I finally realize that I made the wrong decisions in life. Keegan targeted me because I was an easy target, too easily influenced. I let him, and see where that's gotten me. Lonely and without anybody loving me. If I could go back in time... I'd kick him in the nuts, and slap my teen self, just to teach her a lesson. No hooking up with a random guy that dresses like an emo."

"Come here, I have a secret to tell you...," I beckoned my sister closer, bringing my head closer to her ear. "If someone as demanding as Janelle can find love, then it's proof that not all guys are dorks. There is someone out there for you. You might just need a pair of glasses to spot him, because he might be hiding somewhere."

"Hah, you're right. I'm surprised Charlie actually went for Janelle... She's pretty, but damn is she stubborn!" Bridget and I laughed for a moment, remembering Janelle's antics. The laughter expired, and ended with a sigh. "Thanks, sis. I don't really put much hope in those words, but at least it cheered me up. Maybe the right guy is out there, maybe he's not. All I know is, I have Aura, giving me no reason at all to be miserable."

There was light at the end of the tunnel - well, at the end of Bridget's tunnel. Hope. Such a powerful emotion.

~♥~

I said there was gonna be a hiatus, right, and yet I'm posting this? Yeah... I guess I was stupid to say that, but it was just a warning I thought I put out in case I was prohibited of posting... >.< Anyways, I'll probably do horrible on the theory part of my Accounting test... At least there's still time to study in class!

:D

Hiatus

Okay, so maaaaaaaybe it's not gonna be a full blown hiatus where there won't be any posts for months. Instead, posts will just take quite a while to be released - let's call it a delay. The reason is, well, my exams have just started (actually, it started last week and Friday), and it's gonna be hard juggling studying and playing sims. I do have a couple of days where I'm not writing anything, like this Wednesday (but I have to study for Accounting, so...), where I'll try to work on a post, but I can't promise anything. This delay will go on till the 20th of June I think, when I write my last subject (HALLELUJAH!).

In the meantime, when I do have some extra time, but not enough to make a post, I've been thinking of doing character bios, so new readers can more easily understand the background of each character and their history. The idea is still a work-in-progress, but I think I can make it work.

Ciao for now.

;)

Generation 2, Chapter 14: A night to remember

The hospital stank of the cleaning supplies used to keep the place "hygienically clean". It didn't feel clean at all. Everywhere, on the floors, the walls, you name it, there were scuff marks and boot footprints. If I had a choice in the whole situation, I wouldn't even have been there. But I was, against my will.

She lay in front of us, quiet as a mouse, staring at the ceiling. I would have wondered what went on in that crazy head of hers, but I didn't really want to sicken myself any further.

"Someone explain to me why we're still here?" Aaron whispered, his eyes darting from Jenna to us, then yet again to Jenna. He was anxious, and he didn't want to be there either - that much was obvious.

"We're here because I want to figure out just how insane she really is, and how news about her being alive wasn't public," Janelle replied tersely, clicking the heel of her shoe against the floor in irritation.

"News didn't spread because I didn't want it to," the monotone answer came from the pale body strewn across the bed. Slowly, so slow that her joints and bones cracked audibly, she came upright. Yet, she still avoided our eyes, glaring at her boots. "Why would I have wanted anyone to know, with what I had planned for Charlie? It was best I stay unnoticed. It was easy, really. I killed my foster parents with a fork to the throat as soon as I was 18, and started looking for Charles. It was so easy to find him, really."

"She KILLED her parents, and that with silverware?! Janelle, please, let's get the hell outta here right now!" for once, Aaron's request was taken seriously, as Janelle's feet were slowly moving backwards towards the door.

"You're right," she squeaked, unable to keep her eyes off of Jenna. "This was a bad idea."

"Send Charles my regards, and tell him we can still be together one day!" the psycho of a lady called after us as soon as we left the room and started running for the exit. I didn't stop running until I was safely at the car. I hoped she would be convicted of her crimes, and kept in a cell to rot away for the rest of her life. She ruined a perfect person's life, all for an obsession.

Charlie's court hearing went much faster than expected. Instead of waiting months for a verdict, it all happened within a week's time.

All of us had been waiting outside city hall. Bridget was calm and collected like she always was, Janelle was praying out loud, while Aaron and I... We stood together. Somehow, we both knew that things would work out in some way or another. And it did.

"WOOHOO! YES! LIFE IS GOOD!" Charlie came to stand at the edge of the stairs, gave us one look and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Does that mean...? They're letting you go?" I asked, voice shaking. I was afraid to make myself hope, but I knew by now that I would. Keeping false hope was my Kryptonite.

"Yup. I'm a FREE man, Kaylin. Well, if you would consider being 'free' as still having to report to a parole officer, and do some community service, while also going to a shrink to make sure my mental health is not declining... But other than that, my sister has mainly been blamed, and she's receiving the sentence. It's not much, but it'll keep her off of the streets for quite a while."

"Charlie...," Janelle almost sobbed. I looked over to see that tears were spilling over her eyelids. "I'm so happy for you!"

With shaky and unsure steps, Janelle raced up the stairs towards Charlie, stumbling twice, but not giving up until she was right in front of him. All of this seemed very strange.

Until the kiss. Everything became clear. Somewhere along the line, Janelle must have visited Charlie in jail and they somehow connected. Why else would she suddenly make out with him like that?

"Can someone please tell me what the hell I just saw happening?" Bridget hissed at us, unable to keep her bawling eyes off of them.

"They're in love," Aaron croaked before I could answer. I felt his arm around be tighten, and his hand fidgeting around with locks of my hair. Gently, he tucked a loose strand back behind my ear. "Just like we are," he smiled down at me.

For a moment, Bridget stood dumbstruck, before changing her stance and faking gargling noises. "Eugh. Romance. It's pathetic."

I laughed. "Wait till you're in love one day!"

"Here's a better suggestion," she countered. "How about we all go out tonight and celebrate Charlie's victory? I have a show scheduled, and you're all invited. How about that?"

"Sounds great!" I chirped, whipping out my phone to set a reminder. "I'll, um, tell Janelle about it as soon as they stop...uh...smooching."

As soon as Janelle stepped back from Charlie, I gripped her wrist and yanked her all the way to the car. Of course put up a fight, but I fought back harder, and managed to actually get her inside my house. "You can explain to me what happened out there later, but for now, we need to get ready for Bridget's show tonight."

"Tonight?" her voice echoed in the room. "So soon... Why are they doing it so soon?!" Janelle turned into a small child, waving around her arms frantically and throwing tantrums where ever she went.

"Huh? Okay, you're not making sense, as always," I frowned, "but I'm gonna ignore that. Go get your dress that I know you have in the house, and I'll get ready in here."

A half an hour later, Janelle skipped up the stairs, gliding gracefully into my room. It seems she lost her childish ways.

"What... The... FUZZ?! Aaron bought you a dress, and you're not wearing it?" were her first words when she entered the room. I was lazy, I'll admit. All I threw on was a pair of jeans and an elegant top, accompanied by a heart necklace that Aaron gave me.

"For once in my life I don't wanna go over the top to look fancy. I want to wear what's comfortable... And this fits pretty snugly," gesturing to the mirror, I noticed a few creases on the top. Too late to start ironing things now. With one flat hand, I made an effort even it out. It didn't make much of a difference, but I honestly didn't care.

"Wait a minute... That's not how I know you. You're Kaylin Webber, fashionista extraordinaire. You're a singer, and therefore you dress only in the best clothes. What happened all of a sudden?" Janelle pestered me with questions. I knew she wouldn't give up on them, so I gave up, slouching downstairs, away from her. She still followed, hot on my heels.

"...And it's definitely not like you to avoid my questions. Please, Kaylin, for the love of God, tell me what's wrong."

"Fine," I sighed, clacking my tongue against my palate in frustration. "Go sit there on the couch and I'll tell you what I think is wrong with me."

Janelle obeyed my request, sinking down onto the couch while watching me with worry.

"A week or two ago, Aaron made some food, which tasted...horrible, to say the least. I got sick from eating it, but at least it wasn't full blown food poisoning. I thought it would pass, but...it's been coming back. Janelle, the thing I'm getting at is... I think I'm pregnant. It all adds up."

"My gosh!" she smiled. "That's incredible news! Then why are you being such a depressed lunatic?"

"The problem is...," I sighed, "I'm not ready to have kids. I mean, Aaron and I aren't even married yet. That's one thing I never wanted - having kids while not in a solid, committed relationship with someone."

"Well, maybe all of that will be rectified tonight," Janelle shrugged, smiling mysteriously. "Come on, you can catch a ride with me."

Sunset approached with surprising haste, only to be covered up by the clouds moving in up ahead. It would be raining soon. The perfect night to be inside a building and clubbing till the night ended. Our roles were reversed as we entered Los Suenos; Janelle had be by the wrist, propelling forward till I was standing right in front of Aaron.

"Do you have it?" Janelle whispered in hushed tones. I hated how she pretended like I wasn't there, while all the time, I could hear her perfectly! So much for cloak and dagger. She would fail her first day of being a Investigator.

His only answer came in the form of a nod, and she happily skipped off to a table to join Charlie.

"Do you have what?" I questioned, crossing my arms in front of me.

"Oh, nothing," he shrugged nonchalantly, "just the keys to Charlie's old apartment. He wants to start living there again. The prison guards released his personal effects, thankfully, and so I brought it along."

"Enough about Charlie..." Aaron bowed his head towards me, wiggling his eyebrows at me playfully. "I want this to be a night to remember, so let's get things started."

"Uh, alright...," I chuckled nervously. I couldn't see how a performance by Bridget would be so important and memorable. Why was he making such a fuss about it all? Why was everyone making such a fuss about it all?

"Where's Bridget?" the question was answered as it left my lips. She was there, casually relaxing at a table behind us. She had her performing attire on, but she didn't look like she was ready to go on and start making coins appear from behind people's ears.

"Don't you worry 'bout Bridget now, just go and take a seat at that table," Aaron steered me towards the small, round table, ignoring my protests and questions. Some people might call it romantic, but I call it pure bossing people around.

The first day Aaron and I met for the first time was still clear in my mind, and I often thought back to it when I needed a good chuckle. I loved thinking of it, but I didn't want to experience it again. That's exactly what was happening.

To my surprise, Aaron was the one to entertain us tonight. With a smile that showed only confidence, his fingers gripped the microphone, and the notes were belted out.

"My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
Just sing along to my stereo"

As the rapping part of the song approaches, I almost poked my fingers into my ears, afraid that Aaron's voice might injure my hearing. Rapping was never his forte. Somehow, I'm spared. Aaron only sings along with the tune, "oohing" and "aahing" until that part of the songs reaches a end.

It was just like the first day we had met.

Aaron did the exact same sounds, while the other guy made a fool of himself by rapping. I couldn't help but laugh. Where I had clearly thought that Aaron would never have me, here he had me, doing his will by listening to his mirror-shattering voice.

At last, the chorus hit again, and spared Aaron from any more of those awful sounds. But the chorus never started again. Instead, it turned into a different song. 

It was a mixture of different love songs of the 21st century. Some sounded familiar, some I didn't even recognize at all. He seemed to be holding the best song for last. Every now and then, I shot Janelle a glance of pure resentment. She knew about this. They all knew. In fact, they must have been planning it all. I still didn't know why. All of this trouble just to embarrass me?

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground it aint hard to tell
You don't know
Oh Oh
You don't know you're beautiful"

One Direction's "What Makes You Beautiful" was his final song. With a broad grin, Aaron looked over at me, aiming all the words at me. All over my skin, goosebumps popped up. I couldn't deny it any more - Aaron was such a romantic!

But there's always that one person that ruins a perfect moment. 

"CLOSING TIME! Everyone out, or I'll help them out with the tip of my boot!" the club manager shouted over the music.

In the oncoming chaos, someone gripped my hand, plucking me off towards the entrance. 

"It's not over, Aaron! ASK HER, DAMMIT!" the voice rose over that of that crowd storming out. Janelle. It had to be her. She always had a way of being loud.

"I will, don't worry!" the person leading me away answered. I let out a sigh of relief. I had been wondering if some stranger was kidnapping me and about to stuff me away in his blacked-out van.

One by one, club attendants started streaming away in their cars, probably on their way home to pass out on the couch. Janelle and Charlie waved goodbye, and hitched a ride from Bridget. It was only Aaron and I that were left on the sidewalk, all alone in the cold.

"Wait just one second... I have, uh, something that still needs attending to before we go home," Aaron cleared his throat, holding up his two fingers. His hand disappeared to his back pocket, fumbling around in it till he laid his fingers on what he was searching for.

"Aaron, can't you search for it at home if it's in your pocket? It's getting pretty cold... What are you searching for anyways?"

"This." In one fluid movement, Aaron sank to one knee, and brought up a small, black box covered in velvet material. My subconscious knew was it meant, but I main consciousness didn't want to admit what I was seeing.

"Aaron... Is that... Is that... Is THAT a box with a ring in it?" I whispered in hushed tones, afraid that if I spoke too loudly, everything around me would disappear, and I would wake up from the dream I was probably living.

"Well, uh... See for yourself!" Aaron smiled brightly, opening the clip at the front to reveal the diamond ring tucked away in the box. The diamond literally shined as light strands from the light overhead fell on it.

"AARON!" I yelped out in surprise as I took a closer look. "It's so shiny... And so beautiful... And so freaking BIG! How much did money did you waste on this? Honestly, you didn't have to go through all of this trouble!"

"No amount of money, or trinkets, shows how much I love and care for you, Kay-Kay."

"But still... You're broke, and yet you still buy this? You have to ta-"

"KAYLIN! Please, calm down and answer the question."

"What question was that again...?"

Aaron threw back his head and laughed for a moment. When he lowered his head, I noticed sweat beads streaming down from his forehead. "I guess I never did ask it properly. I'm asking you, Kaylin Mackenzie Webber, to marry me, Aaron Sullivan Glover."

"Oh...," I mouthed, my eyes darting from the ring, to Aaron. Back and forth it went for at least ten seconds. I knew this was agonizing Aaron, but I couldn't help it. I had to make sure. Am I ready? Is he the one? The answers were simple; if I wasn't ready now, I would never be. It felt good being with Aaron...it felt right. 

Unsure at first, I nodded slowly, but as the thoughts started swirling around in my head, I couldn't stop smiling, and finally uttered the word he was waiting for. "Yes."

Holding out a shaky left hand, Aaron tenderly took it into his hand, slipping the engagement ring onto my ring finger. "Thank you," was all he said.

It was a perfect fit, like it was made just for me. Maybe it was. I would never know. And honestly, I didn't care. The ring was just a symbol, a symbol for something bigger. Marriage. Matrimony. Forever being committed to each other. Love. Whatever name you wish to apply to it.

"Aaron...," I croaked, tears forming in my eyes. I don't even take the time to dab them away. They were tears of joy. "We're gonna get married!"

"I know, babe, I know..." He smiled, opening his arms wide. I ran into them, smothering my face and tears into his jacket.

"There's so many things to do, so many people to call... How are we gonna get it all done?"

"Somehow or another, we'll get through it all. Do you want a big, extravagant wedding or just small and secluded?" Aaron shrugged in my arms.

I take a moment to consider his question. "Small. Big, extravagant things have never been my taste. I only want a few people there, like real friends and such."

My new fiancé releases his grip around me, taking a moment to look stare into my eyes. "It's probably about time we get home, huh? Some people want to know how things went, and they're anxious to find out."

"Let's not keep them waiting!" I grinned, turning around towards the car. Something was wrong. Not with the scene around me, but with me. First, the bubbling in my stomach, and then nauseous feeling...

"Oh God, I think I'm gonna be sick!" I jumped at the trash can, lowering my head into it. It wasn't as sanitary as a toilet, but it was better than throwing up on the clean pavement.

"Kay-Kay, are you alright? Do you have the stomach bug that's been going around? Or is it the moment that just got too much too handle?" Aaron's worried tone infiltrated my mind, and I felt his hand grasping at my shoulder, trying to keep me from falling over.

"No... None of those," I coughed, spitting at the pavement. The horrible taste still lingered in my mouth, and would for a while, until we got home. "Now would probably be a good time to tell you that I think I'm pregnant."