“Maybe we shouldn’t get married.” Darcy says sitting in the corner by herself.
“WHAT?” I almost shouted but then remembered where I was.
“Ade.” She whispers, shocked to see me.
“You don't want to get married?” I ask. She was all for it this morning, so what has changed in the few hours.
“I do. It's just stress.” She says with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry.” She sobs out.
This woman is driving me bloody crazy. I have been up all f*****g night organising a surprise wedding for her and she now says she doesn't want to get married, then she does and says it's stress.
“Baby, what’s going on?” I say going to her and picking her up. I place her on my lap as I sit in the seat.
“I have no idea. I am a mess. I am grumpy, I’m shouting at people. I’m just being a b***h for no f*****g reason.”
