Diary of a Size 12

Chapter 26

"Hey, sweetheart... How're you feeling?"

I sighed at my fiancée's voice over the phone. I was laying in our bed, all alone, with a bucket where I should puke into, the meds and lots of water by the bedside table. Julian had taken a trip to China for business and I was left home alone. Not long after, Matisse, Harmony and some friends from work had a get together at the apartment and we all got Salmonellosis from the pizza Matisse had brought.

"Like I got a group of suicide bombers in my intestine, and the ninja turtles training with their weapons in my stomach."

"Ouch." He winced, and I chuckled "I'm really sorry I'm not there to take care of you. Are you taking meds?"

"Too many, in my opinion. I honestly only needed one and that's a sleeping pill, so I could wake up a week from now and be cured, with you right here with me" I sighed, rolling in bed and turning into fetal position, under the covers.

"So how's the wedding planning? Have you booked Central Park, yet?" He teased with a chuckle.

I sighed. Julian was a simple man, I knew that from experience. But this was our wedding, and he had to understand I wouldn't be running to the City Hall with him one afternoon and just sign some papers! I wanted the whole thing; the dress, the party, the doves...!

"Can we be serious about this whole wedding thing, for a bit?" I mumbled, taking the covers off my face and staring into the dark room "Do you want to go to City Hall and get it over with?"

"Get it over with?"

"Yeah, you know, quick and painless?"

"You make it sound like it's a challenge for me to marry you."

"Not getting married, but having a party and all that, yes, I believe it's painful to you."

"Well, it is, and you know why. Look, we can have a party, but a small one, could that be arranged?"

"Matisse and your sister actually gave me some ideas while I was throwing up my entire dinner in their shoes" I smiled, remembering the very first urge to puke the morning after the big girl party.

"And what magnificent ideas did those two put in your head?" He tossed an amused snort.

"I was thinking... we could do a small thing – family and close friends, I mean – at my parents'."

He was silent for a while, and I bit my lower lip as I waited.

"How many close friends and family?" He put in, suspicious.

"Well, I was thinking small wedding, so... around seventy people?" I grimaced.

"Oh. Well... I was thinking more... around thirty or something..."

"Honey, that's not a wedding, that's sad." I assured him and he laughed "I have a big family, so seventy guests is just my side."

"Wait, just your side?! Jesus..." He sighed, and I could almost see him rubbing his eyes "Alright... I just got my family and Piet. And some friends from college, but that's it."

"So... wedding in Tennessee at a soy bean farm?" I smiled.

"Sweetheart, you could take me to Chernobyl without a biological suit, risking to get me testicular cancer, that I would marry you there." He stopped for a second, letting me giggle "Don't take me to a cancer pool, please."

"I promise. So... under a hundred people is ok? I'll cut some more people, promise" I added quickly as he hissed at the 'hundred'.

"Yes, under a hundred is... acceptable. I just really want to see you in the white dress and walking towards me. Damn, that's sissy!"