FALLEN 2~Through Tragedy To Triumph

We decided to stay in Miami until the baby is born. We went to a local minister and asked him if he would marry us a few days later at our home. It was hot and sticky the day of the wedding but nothing could dampen my spirits. There was the soft sound of chatter as Chereese helped me prepare. I had my hair done in a lot of loose hanging curls. Chereese pinned it up for me, leaving only a few stray curls hanging. She decorated my hair with little white flowers and baby breath. She helped me on with my dress, my belly was so big we couldn't find anything that would hide it, so I wore a white maternity dress with spaghetti straps. When I looked in the mirror, I could barely hold back my tears of joy, I looked beautiful. Vin spent the night before away from me, it's supposed to be bad luck for the bride and groom to see one another the day before the wedding. Last night when we talked on the phone, he made me promise that we would do this again the right way.
Now dressed, Chereese asks, "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'm going to get." I reply.

I have nervous jitters and I am shaking like crazy. As I step to the door and Chereese waved me on. I started repeating softly to myself, "I do." Afraid that I might open my mouth at the alter and forget how to speak all together. I came down the stairs and there was Vin standing with a great big smile on his face. He was dressed in a linen suit, clean shaven and a sight for sore eyes. As he took my hand, we prepared our own vows and he began.
"Keshia, this has been one eventful ride," he said with a smile. "But it has been more then worth it, my queen. You mean everything to me. You are my best-friend. You’re more to me then I could have asked for, more then I deserve and I thank God for blessing me with you and the part of me that lives in you," he says placing his hand on my belly. "I love you."
So emotionally moved by Vin's vows, I could barely speak. Tears were steaming down my face and just for a second I forgot where I was. I regained the use of my vocal cords and spoke the vows I'd memorized for him.
"Vin, in all my life I never dreamed I would find a love like the one we share. True, unchanging and never ending. You mean the world to me. I thank God for blessing me with you and bringing you back to me when I thought I’d lost you forever. You are more then I deserve. You are my king and I love you, baby."

That was the most incredible day of my life and no feeling could have replaced the joy I felt. We took a boat out to the Keys for a couple of days. The entire honeymoon I kept looking down at my wedding ring, amazed at how things in my life had taken a wonderful step and how happy I was that he showed up at the club that night and rescued me. Every night we would cuddle up together and read or simply talk to our little one.

"She feels like she's moving furniture." I remarked to Vin one night.

"She? What do you mean she?" He replied.

"She as in female." I replied.
"As much as I hate to disappoint you, this is my little man in here. We are going to do everything together." Just then the baby kicked and he swore to me it was a sign.

Day after day it's the same routine, Chereese dragging me out of the house to walk. I hate it! I am having a baby not training for the damn Olympics. Every time I step outside I begin to sweat in places I didn't even know could sweat. Vin has me drinking four hundred gallons of water a day because he read in a magazine that it's good for me and the baby. I am running to the bathroom every five minutes. I am seriously considering setting up a tent in there so I wont have to waddle so damn far. July rolls around and I am a ripe thirty-seven weeks, waiting very impatiently for my water to break or to get so fat they offer me an induction. The breath taking heat was taking its toll on me. I had the air jacked up to winter and walking around half naked. Vin on the other hand had to wear long underwear and sweats around the house. From time to time I would catch him pulling his hands up into his sleeves. I felt so bad, I apologized every time. I felt horrible about freezing him out.