A few months later Tyler and I drove down to the beach, called a few friends to join us.
I was only four months along but I was getting big fast and I decided I didn't want to be a total balloon when we got married and we'd be too busy after the baby was here. So I put all my cases aside and he called in work sick.
I unfortunately couldn't find a proper wedding dress to fit, so I bought the best I could find even though it does sort of look like a nighty.
But it was semi-casual and Tyler didn't want to wear a tux so I didn't feel too out of the picture.
And then finally, I walked down the sand to the man I loved with everything I had and exchanged vows and rings.
We had food and (they) had drinks made by Tyler and we danced and had a great time late into the night. A very unconventional wedding, but perfect none the less. I don't think I was more happier or more in love then this day.
The pregnancy was going so fast for me, I spent most my time eating and trying to figure out ways to entertain myself while Tyler was out that wasn't too exerting.
Though Tyler didn't like to be gone for too long. He was completely infatuated with me and the baby.
"What should we name it if it's a girl?" I asked and Tyler cooed at my belly.
"Maybe...Chelsea?"
"Chelsea is pretty, or maybe something more mysterious. You know how I love a good mystery."
Tyler laughed, "And what about if its a boy?"
"I'm not sure about that. I think I'll have to see him first to decide."
But apparently the baby wanted to know what he could be named because just a few moments later a deep agonized almost crippling pain ran around my mid section.
"Tyler, Tyler, call a cab."
And too think I thought Tyler would be more the level-headed one of us.
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