Rose
My heart races as I sit across from Ryder.
"Are you sure we're not rushing this?"
"Why would we wait any longer?"
"It's only been a week and a half."
"Do you not want to?"
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't say you did either."
I sigh, and reach across our bed to grab his hand.
"I already said yes when I agreed to marry you."
Ryder pouts and turns my hand in his to hold it back.
"You're pregnant and the next year of our lives is going to be hectic, everything's already been arranged." He squeezes my hand.
It's not like I'm opposed to it, I want to but I want it to be thought out. Something we'll never forget.
"You just want to throw something together and expect me to love it. Ryder, it feels like you're just trying to get it over with." I never talk like this, I hat
