"Congratulations, Katherine!" Edward said warmly, giving me one of his famous smiles.
"Thanks, Edward. Where's my--oh. This isn't good."
"Kathy!" Elizabeth called, slowly sliding across the ice. "Kathy! Wait up!"
"Lizzie! You're going to kill the babies!" I touched her pregnant stomach. "Thanks for coming. Isn't the due date tomorrow?"
"Today, actually," she beamed. "Don't worry, I'll try to hold it in. Congratulations, Katherine!"
We both knew that she was congratulating on more than the wedding, much more. Every element was in place, my opportunities were all completed, Dad's grave was placed in the yard . . . It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit--whoops, quoting Imagine Dragons again.
As the ceremony started, I felt just the tiniest bit of pressure. Not just from the dynasty, either--Elizabeth had pulled off a perfect wedding while
pregnant, and everyone agreed that she was the most beautiful bride in existence in
maternity clothes.
But, gazing into Bronson's eyes, everything melted away. Lizzie, Mom, even the dynasty . . . it didn't matter, not truly. Not more than the rest of my life.
Because every bride is beautiful on her wedding day.*
*Quote from Pam's Dreamweaver Dynasty.
As Bronson and I climbed into the car that would take me to a new life, I glanced back at the people I was leaving. There was Edward, in a speedo (a
speedo). He was my little brother, the kid who did Elizabeth's homework when we were kids and wore a wizard's hat everywhere he went.
And Elizabeth . . . my sister, my twin, who was still distraught over Mom's death. I was going to miss Jacob's birthday and the birth of my nephews by a matter of hours, but there was no helping that. Onwards and upwards.
Bronson cleaned up his wardrobe, but I do hope the children don't inherit that nose!
It didn't take long to move in: I just moved the bedroom decor into the smaller room, set up a nursery in the old master bedroom, and tested out the bed's placement with my new husband.
(Note: The absolutely awesome thing about Lunar Lakes is the architecture--oh, and the world itself! Am I right?)
We soon settled in quite nicely, just the two of us. Bronson's father died a long time ago, and his mother moved out. I kept my job in the military, but was able to lounge around the house for the rest of the week.
Bronson actually got a job as a ghost hunter! Isn't that exciting? He spends much of his time playing around with the telescope.
I, on the other hand, spend much of my time bent over the toilet.
All of the vomit paid off when I discovered I was pregnant! Naturally, my maternity wear was far less flattering than Elizabeth's, but never mind that. The heir was coming! Oh, I hoped it was a girl--a girl who looked like Mom.
I wanted a pair of twins, just like myself and Elizabeth, but I'm afraid that I didn't have the chance to watch much Kid's TV . . .
. . . something always seemed to come up and distract me . . .
