Strangers

Epilogue Part Deux: Chapel of Morning Sickness

"Nervous?" Linda knocked back some champagne, and I stared longingly at the glass, then back to the mirror.

"No. But I could use a glass of champagne...or a bottle."

"Nope, none for you." She smirks as her and Gem clink their glasses together.

"I hate you both."

"It's not our fault you got knocked up." Gem teases, sitting back on the couch, sitting back on the couch in her plush dressing gown that was inscribed bridesmaid.

"Yeah, I think we have a different Styles to blame for that." I roll my eyes, letting out a deep breath in an attempt to alleviate any pre-wedding jitters running through me. Anne sits beside her, tucking a loose curl back into her low bun and Gemma swats her away.

"How are you feeling though, in all honesty?" Linda says, a more serious tone to her voice now as she reapplies her lip gloss. There was maybe T-minue ten minutes to wedding time, our hair and make up was done, all we really had to do was get dressed, and not panic. I wasn't doing well on the panicking front on the outside, but I was hiding it well on the inside.

"In all honesty? Nauseous."

"Like nauseous nervous or nauseous nauseous?" Mum questions, standing up from the couch and starting to fuss. Every important female in my life was in this room at present; and it made everything calm but simultaneously chaotic.

There was too many people to dote on me, which I would normally love the attention; but today was my day for attention, and I didn't feel up to it.

"Like I have a tiny human inside me nauseous."

"Morning sickness?"

"Every day this week, if it happens right now I'm going to lose it. I have worked tirelessly to make sure everything is perfect today and if one thing goes wrong I will freak the fuck out."

"Language! How sick do you feel?" Mum holds me at arms length, looking over me.

"Like I'm going to be sick at any second. But I'm fighting it. I refuse to let it do this to me today. It can calm down in there and just let me have one last perfect day before seven months of torture from the inside out for all I care."

"Honey if you need to be sick, you should just be sick." Mum reasons, smiling at me but with worry in her eyes.

"And ruin my make up? No way, no how." I stand firm, resting my hand on my uneasy stomach.

"Honey you're being unreasonable, you only have ten minutes you should just get it over with now. We can fix your make up."

"It's my wedding day!" I say, determined not to vomit but I can feel the bile rising in my throat and it's getting harder to fight off.