The Day Before

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Casey POV

1 year later

No more baby bump.

No more weird mood swings.

1 more kid.

No husband.

Until tomorrow that is.

Yep you guessed it. Tomorrow me and Blake are finally getting married. I am so happy that I don't even know how to describe what I'm feeling.

Blake is staying at his parents house for now. But I'm staying at mine with Valentine and Paedyn.

Paedyn is our baby boy.

He's my sunshine. And defiantly a daddy's boy.

One kid.

It'd be nice to have one kid be a mommy's baby.

But I could wait for that time. I don't even know if Blake wanted another kid. I sure do hope so though.

"Goodnight Momma." A little bird voice said next to me.

"Goodnight my little angel." I said to Valentine.

She walked to the little air mattress that was at the end of my bed and cuddled up underneath the blankets.

I slowly got up, walking over to the cradle next to my bed.

I looked down to see my baby boy sleeping peacefully.

Content with both my babies asleep, I walked over to my window to look out at the stars.

"I knew you'd come out to look at the stars."

Startled by the voice, I looked over to see Blake doing the same as me.

"I can't wait for tomorrow!" I mumbled.

"Me neither my love, I can't wait to finally call you my wife. I'm going to be the happiest guy there is. I love you Casey..." He trailed off after that.

I looked over at Blake to find him already looking at me. "I love you more!"

"I love you most."

With that I blew him a kiss and went back inside.

I crawled over to my bed.

Sure that I wouldn't be able to sleep, I laid their thinking about how tomorrow was going to be.

Prefect.

It was going to be perfect.

I curled up under the blankets and surprisingly before I know it, darkness overtakes me and I'm off to dream land.

I walk through the gates. The gates of a cemetery.

There in the distance stands a boy- no a man. He waves me over.

He has a ghostly appearance to him. I look at him and study his face a moment before realization hits me.

Josh.

"Josh' what are you doing here?" I ask in a whisper.

"I'm here to say congrats baby sister. You're getting married."

"I wish you could be there." I say even quieter, "I always thought that when I'd get married, you'd be the one to walk me down the isle to that person. If he even made it. With you around he might have been dead before the day came." I crack a smile as I say this and look at my feet.

"Hey," Josh says and tips up my head so that I'm looking at him. "I will be there right next to you while you're walking down that isle tomorrow. I will be right there handing you off to Blake. I will always be there."

The intensity in his ghostly blue eyes tells me that this is true.

My brother may be dead but he will always be with me.

"Okay." I whisper and nod my head a little.

"Good" with that Josh leans down and places a kiss on my forehead.

I feel the coldness of his lips. It makes all more real for me that he is dead. That it isn't his warm lips touching my forehead but his dead cold ones.

"Visit me before it's time." With that he vanishes and I'm left in the misty cemetery.

I look around and all I see is grave upon grave upon grave.

Then I wake up.

I look at my phone to check the time.

7 o'clock.

Time to get ready.

Time to get me married.

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