Arabella
“How are you and Sam?” dad asked.
“We’re alright,” I said.
It’s been a week since me and Sam made up.
“When will the wedding happen?” Trisha asked.
Her stomach is already growing, being 4 months pregnant and all.
I shrug, “Not really sure when, actually, we haven’t even talked about the wedding at all.”
“Just have a double wedding,” mom said.
I sighed, “Mom, it’s not just my decision, it’s also Sam’s decision.”
“Fine, but I’ll be the one making and designing your dress.” She grumbled.
***
“Hey,” I said, kissing Sam’s cheek.
He also kissed mine, greeting back in the process.
“How have you been?” He asked.
“Good, dad should wake up sooner or later.” I said.
“If the wedding hasn’t happened by the time your father wakes up, what’s going to happen?”
I sat do
