Chapter 60: Chapter Sixty
Olivia
Oh what a long and lovely weekend it was. After we cooled down on the sofa, we went up to the bedroom, his bedroom and not the one we'd been staying in last time we were here. The only time we left the bed was when we were hungry or needed to go to the toilet. He said that this was a piece of our honeymoon because the next coming weeks are going to be busier and especially after the babies come into the world. He said he wanted to spend a little more time with me before all my attention was stolen.
So I finally got to see his room, our room now as he says. Although I prefer my room over this one, and he doesn't like that fact at all.
It is now Monday and we're still in bed, it's almost afternoon. We were supposed to have left in the morning because I have.an appointment with Lwandle for my final dress fitting and the planner wanted my insight on some changes she wanted to make and wanted my permission, the problem is the man I'm laying in bed with...he doesn't want to get off bed.
"I think it would be better if you go back to working at the office, at least then you're not disturbing my plans." I tell him and he starts to tickle me, making me laugh.
"I'm supposed to be your only plan baby. Only me, others come after me." He says when I stop laughing, nuzzling my neck.
"I need to make my final fittings today. Same as you by the way, although yours are not much." I tell him turning to face him.
When I started with my designs, I had Lwandle take his measurements for a dress shirt which she was going to design, more like engrave my name on it actually, just like my dress is also going to have his name. He doesn't know that though. And he won't until the day of the wedding when he has to wear it.
"Your designer friend can wait until tomorrow. You're paying her for her time, not the other way round." He says, his eyes on my breasts, which slide down to my tummy and a smile appears, brightening his face even more. "We haven't come up with names yet." He says.
We haven't, because we don't know the genders yet. I refuse to let the doctor tell us the genders of our babies. Jason gets what he wants enough, but not this time. Which always makes him sour everytime we go to the doctor for his monthly scan pictures. But all that changes after he receives the pictures, it's really amazing to watch.
He says he is sure they're girls though, so I'm guessing he has girl names in mind. I'm feeling more like they're boys though, like Joe had said, because the kicks I get from them are out of this world.
Speaking of kicks, I feel one and gasp my hand going to touch my big tummy. "One of them just kicked again." I tell Jason and his hand also goes to touch my tummy, and I feel two more on different parts of my tummy. Jason loves it when it happens, I swear he lives for this.
"My God, they're becoming more aggressive each day." He says laughing. And it's true, so true.
"Azania and Azra if they're girls." I tell him, and he screws his face as if disapproving.
"No, if they're girls, and they are girls. They're names will be Amelia and Mia." He tells me sounding very sure of himself.
"I thought you wanted boys?" I say to him, laughing.
"No, I said I hope, but now I'm positive I want girls. I would not know what to do with boys." He says and kisses me on my forehead. "Come let's go shower and get going." He says and starts to get out of bed taking me along with him.
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On the way back to the city, I had contacted both my designer and planner and even spoke to the florist who wanted to meet me back at the house. I was currently on my way to meet the designer first, Jason suggested we start with her before going to the apartment. He was actually acting very sketchy all of a sudden and I wondered why.
So now here I am doing my final fitting. Jason wanted to get in with me, he wanted to see the final dress together with me. But I refused. He said he doesn't care about tradition, which honestly was not really why I didn't go in with him. I just want to see his reaction when he first see's me walking down the isle for the first time wearing the dress. He says his reaction will still be the same when I walk towards him on our wedding day.
The dress is beautiful and it fits me perfectly. The traditional white colour looks amazing with the type of dress I have on, although going down it changed into different colours ending with my themed colour orange. An open back with the material holding my breasts having a tie at my back to hold the dress either up or at my back depending on how I want it. And besides holding my breasts, there was no other place holding.
She really outdid herself. She even feels proud, she says she doubted that she was going to actually do a good job. I think she did more than good because the dress is absolutely divine.
After I'm done with my fitting, Jason enters and fits his dress shirt, complaining that I get to see him and yet he didn't get to see me.
"I swear you'll love the dress when you finally see." I say after he puts on his previous shirt on and kiss him on his cheek.
"Mmh, I bet it would look more beautiful after I get it off you." He says wrapping me in his arms.
"We're going to be late. No time for smooches." I say pulling away and pulling him towards the door and saying my goodbyes to Lwandle.
He still won't let us go to the apartment, we meet the planner at a nearby restaurant. We spend about an hour discussing the changes she wants to make. She speaks while I eat, honestly I am just going along with whatever she is saying. She knows what she's doing afterall. After she leaves Jason and I, I sit there and watch him intensely without saying a word, hoping he would tell me what is going on. He says nothing, I get tired and tell him that we must leave and we do.
When we get to the house, there's no sign of the designer's car in sight and I wonder if we're early or late. There's no car at all infact on sight so I decide to call her. She comes up with some excuse saying she had an emergency and would see me tomorrow. We go up in the house anyway to see how far the builders are.