It has been a month since Jackson asked me to marry him. I was more than okay with getting a quick marriage in court with a few witnesses, but when I told Tate about it, she nearly bit my head off. She never had a wedding which is understandable, but the human tradition always fascinated her and she wanted me to have the whole big white wedding. Planning a wedding isn’t as easy as I thought it would be, hence why I am still not married. The wedding day is two weeks from now and I am starting to wonder if we shouldn’t wait until after the babies are born. At the rate my stomach is growing, I will be looking like a whale by the time I walk down the aisle.
“Why are you still not dressed? We need to leave for the last fitting in half an hour.” Tate says when she walks in on me, sitting on my
