Shay's Point of View
Diana and I make our way into the kitchen. I take the kettle, filling it with water while Diana takes a seat at the counter.
"So how are you feeling? And how is the little one? You are starting to show."
Diana says with a small smile as I turn back to her and put the kettle on. I give her a smile back while one of my hands moved down, rubbing over my stomach.
"We're both good. The little one isn't giving me any problems."
"When is your next appointment?"
I look at the calendar on the fridge.
"Next week, Tuesday."
She nods at me and for the first time I see the notebook on the table in front of her. I see some writing and arch my brow, looking at her. She smiles and taps the notebook.
"I jotted down a few ideas for your ceremony. Do you want to go over them now
