Always

Chapter 93

"So you want it to happen in 2 months, instead of 3 now, right?" I nodded, looking at her intently. "Did you find my dress? I need to find the right size, if you found the store." She nodded, excitedly. "I did! This cute little bridal shop that you barely even notice in town has it! I was going to tell you, but then you know, you came out with all the baby stuff and I forgot..." She twisted her lips, and shrugged. "Well, what do you think? Can we move it up? I want it to happen before I start showing too much...I know that's stupid, It's just something that I want to do." She placed her hand on my arm. "It's not stupid honey. You want to feel beautiful on your special day. I get that." I looked at her gratefully, thankful that she understood. I know that I was probably being shallow about the whole thing but damn. Who wants to have to worry about holding up a giant beach ball belly when they're getting married. "Yeah, I think I can push a few things around, make a few calls, and make it happen. So September...I don't know exactly when, but I'll start calling tomorrow. We can go look at your dress tomorrow too!" "Oh my God, yes! I'm so ready for that!" Ever since I saw the perfect dress on Pinterest, I had been wanting to see what it looked like on me. "It's a date then. We'll tell the other girls, and we'll make a day out of it." She exclaimed excitedly. Her face fell shortly after that though and she looked at me. "You wanna tell me why you went to the hospital in Kansas? I could tell that you weren't telling the truth. So what happened?" Her voice turned stern, like I was a child getting in trouble for lying. "I was going to tell you S. I just didn't want to tell everyone. It was pretty bad." I went on to tell her everything that happened, with Tessa, with Johnny, every little dirty detail. It felt good to be able to tell someone about it. "Oh my God...y/n, that's horrible. I'm sorry that happened to you. How are you dealing with it?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm okay. It doesn't seem to be bothering me. I keep waiting for some kind of PTSD thing to happen, or to have a total breakdown from it, but nothing happens and I feel fine. I think that because Colby showed up when he did, it just made the situation not as bad as it could have been. He saved me. He always saves me." I smiled, zoning out, thinking about his smile. S snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Hey, sis, snap out of it. I need you here with me. Stop thinking about Colby." I rolled my eyes, but I felt my cheeks heat up a little. "Shut up. Okay, now you know. Just don't say anything to anyone. It's not bothering me, and I don't want it to ruin the wedding with, like, bad vibes or everything thinking about it." She nodded. "Agreed. Let's concentrate on happy things. Come on! Let's go have some fun!" She stood up, and pulled me up with her. I laughed and let her pull me back into the living room. Jake and Tara had returned and they had the music up, some of our friends dancing in the middle of the room. Colby was standing off to the side, drink in hand, talking to Brennen. We walked up to them, and Brennen wrapped his arm around Serena's waist. "Hey there, beautiful. I missed you." I made a gagging noise, sticking my finger down my throat, teasing them. Colby chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. "Brennen, you're such a softy now." I said, laughing. Serena nuzzled his neck, smiling, while he shot me a look. "I've always been a softy. Just didn't show it. It's yours and Serena's fault. You've literally destroyed me and Colby..." He grabbed her chin, and brought her lips to his. "I wouldn't have it any other way though." I looked around the room at my family, and smiled to myself. My life had changed drastically in the last few years. I never would have seen myself where I am now, or blessed with this amazing man that actually loves me. I didn't drink that night, of course, but I had loads of fun anyways. We danced, we sang badly, the guys talked shit to each other, and wrestled around. It was just a really fun night. The next day, I woke up feeling nauseous, and had to run to the bathroom. I almost didn't make it. The feeling hit me hard. As I wiped my mouth, and prepared to brush my teeth and get ready to meet the girls, it happened again. Colby came up behind me, and I held my hand out to stop him. "This is gross. You don't need to keep seeing me get sick." He stooped down and pulled my hair back from my face. "Are you okay?" I nodded, grabbing some toilet paper to wipe my mouth again. "Morning sickness, I think. I'll be fine in a few minutes." "Okay." He continued to sit there with me, not speaking, just holding my hair for me, until I thought that I was okay to get up. "I wish I could help you, or take it away...I don't know what to do in these situations." He ran his hand through his already messy bed head. "We both created this...life, but you have to experience all of the bad things that come with it." I nodded. "You're right. It's not fair...but it's also not your fault. It's just the way things are." I laid my hand on his cheek, careful to not get my sick breath in his face. "You're doing everything that you can, just by being here with me, helping me. I appreciate it all. I love you so much." He smiled a little, and leaned in to kiss me. I brought my hand up quickly, pressing my fingers against his lips. "Nope. I just got sick. That is not happening." He laughed, his lips moving under my hand, before he pressed them to my fingers, kissing them. "Fine. Later then."