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Almost Perfect
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Amanda's P.O.V.
"Only one day to go." I thought to myself as I lay in bed. "One day to go and I'll be Mrs. Ross." My dream was almost complete. I had three perfect children, almost had my perfect husband. That was all I have ever wanted since I first fell for Ryan.
"MOMMY!" Kyle shouted, jumping on me. I screwed my face up in pain as he landed on my arm. Luckily he was only three and didn't weigh too much.
"Morning, my little soldier." I said, kissing his forehead. He gave me a toothy grin and I felt another sudden weight on my other side.
"MOMMY!" Destiny shouted as she crash landed into Ryan's empty space.
"How are my babies today?" I asked, pulling them closely under my arms. I had missed having Mel so small so we could cuddle up in bed like that. But Ryan had given me Destiny and Kyle to do it with, which always made me happy.
"I'm okay." Kyle nodded, smiling up at me.
"I'm not!" Destiny whined, folding her arms across her chest. Here we go, I thought. Destiny is always one to over exaggerate on things and make mountains out of mole hills. There is always a problem. If there isn't, well, I don't know, there always is.
"Oh no!" I fake gasped. "What's wrong with my baby girl?"
"The baddy under my bed took Mr. Snuggles!" She cried. I had to resist the urge to laugh at my youngest daughter. In other words, her teddy bear fell off the bed last night and she had kicked it underneath when she woke up. Destiny was frightened of the 'baddy' under her bed, so she refused to go anywhere near it.
"We'll have to go on an adventure later and see if we can find Mr. Snuggles!" I told her, jumping up onto my knees, making the two little ones giggle. They enjoyed it when I made time to play with them. That was something I had missed out on with Mel. When she was as young as the twins, I was always working to keep us alive and together. I was always too tired when I got back from work and would end up sending Mel off to bed with a goodnight kiss.
"Morning." Ryan called; I spun around and saw him carrying a breakfast tray for me. Destiny and Kyle's smiles widened and I sat back against my pillows as he set it down on my lap and gave me a kiss.
"Eww!" The kids said, laughing about it at the same time.
"What's this for?" I asked. Ryan just shrugged. "Ryan, I'm serious. You never bring me breakfast in bed." It was the first time that I could recall him doing something so sweet and caring for me.
"And after tomorrow I won't do it ever again." He chuckled, giving me another kiss. "Well, it's more brunch anyway since its 11:30." I almost chocked on my orange juice.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Thirteen hours straight." He answered, picking up a slice of toast and taking a massive bite out of it.
"I want some!" Destiny cried, jumping onto Ryan's lap and taking the toast from him.
"And me!" I handed Kyle a slice of toasted bread, knowing that he wouldn't want to be left out, and he licked all the butter off first. My kids have weird eating habits.
"Where's Mel?" I asked.
"In her room, blogging about how terrible her life is. You know the usual teenage stuff she does." Ryan joked, cradling Destiny on his lap.
Mel's P.O.V.
Dear the readers of my blog,
Life is still at an all-time low. Mom and Ryan are getting married tomorrow and that jerk Brendon is going to ruin it for them, I can just tell. I have no idea what to do. I want to sabotage him, but I can't without ruining the big day for mom. I know she's been planning this since she met Ryan back when they were eighteen, even if he only thinks it's been two years because he's an idiot.
Right now the two of them are enjoying a nice breakfast in bed. I caught Ryan downstairs in the kitchen attempting to cook. It didn't end well. I'm shocked mom never woke up with the fire alarm going off every two minutes. The little twits have gone to join them in the bedroom. Sucks for them. LOL!
The only thing I'm going to benefit from this wedding is...well, nothing. I'm not getting anything out of it. I already live with Ryan and more kids in this house is not something I want. I don't see the point. I never want to get married; I want to travel the world. But, that's a long shot for me.
Until next time, Mel Evers.
I slammed my laptop shut and leaned my elbows on top of it, resting my head in my hands. My window overlooked the park across the street. It was beautiful in the summer, full of the laughing of children. They all looked so happy. Why couldn't my life be like that? Back when I was, what? Seven? My life was so much easier. Just me and mom living in our apartment together. No one else. Just us two. Now we've got Ryan and the twits to add to that and I hate it. I may sound like I'm being self-centered, but I'm not. I just loved my old life more.
And, after hours of moping around at my desk, and the rest of the day going as badly as any other, I managed to fall asleep with a half-smile on my face. Okay, half a smile because watching mom kick Ryan out of his own house was very funny to watch. But she was highly superstitious and believed that the groom should not see the bride before the wedding.
Morning came and everyone was buzzing with excitement.
Mom looked beautiful as she twirled in front of the mirror. Her hair was done in ringlets, a mixture of loose and tight. Her make-up had been done amazingly and was exactly how she wanted it. She looked like a little china doll; perfect.
I was wearing a strapless lilac dress. It had a white belt below the bust that was tied in a bow at the back. I was wearing white high-heels, which was a bad idea because I was finding it hard to walk straight. Destiny was sitting on one of the chairs, wearing the same as me, only hers had short sleeves in a Cinderella styled dress, and white ballet slippers instead of heels.
Kyle was waiting with Ryan, down the other end of the church. I was stuck in the room with mom, Destiny and Hazel, mom's maid of honor. Luckily, I took a peek out the door and saw how packed the place was. Everyone who had been invited had turned up. That included Brendon.
Ryan's P.O.V.
The nerves were kicking in. I was pacing the room, my mind stuck on Amanda. I kept thinking she was going to leave me or something. I knew I was being stupid, but I still had that doubt on my mind. It wasn't unlike her to take off...
Shut up, Ryan!
I was down the front of the church with Spencer, my best man, and Kyle, the ring bearer. My son was happily humming to himself and Spencer was enjoying watching me freak out; great help he was.
"Ryan, dude, I think it's time that we get out there." Spencer piped up; I turned to face him and gave a nod. The three of us left the room and made our way to the alter at the front. I stood up the front, with Spencer beside me and Kyle beside him. Everyone was chatting to one and other, some noticed me at the front, but not many.
I scanned over the guests and my eyes hit one man in particular; Brendon. There was something about the way he was looking at me, it made me want to punch his face in harder than usual. He was smirking, yet, not smirking and he was looking at me, but not looking at me. Whatever he looked like, it wasn't good.
Nobody's P.O.V.
The wedding march started and Ryan could feel the knots in his stomach tighten. Everyone in the room rose to their feet as Hazel walked down the aisle first, drawing gasps from her own beauty. Destiny went skipping next, throwing flowers up and down the sides. A few short seconds later, Amanda came walking down the aisle, closely followed by Mel, her only bridesmaid. Everyone in the room was dead silent, all watching the breathtaking bride on her decent towards the alter.
Amanda had the biggest smile on her face ever. She was simply glowing with pride as her sights were set on her soon-to-be husband at the end of the aisle. The guests awed and commented to each other on how pretty she was, but all Amanda and Ryan could see was each other.
xxx
"If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together in holy matrimony-Let them speak now or forever hold their peace." Amanda and Ryan smiled, holding each other's hands in their own. Both knew that no one was going to say anything, though Mel looked around eagerly, hoping to destroy someone who dared speak up.
"Good, no-" The pastor started again, but was cut across by, none other than, Brendon.
"WAIT!" He shouted out, standing up. "Amanda, I can't let you marry him!" Most people gasped at his sudden outburst.
"Shut your pie hole and sit back down, Bren." Mel told him, not impressed by his sudden say of things.
"Amanda, I want to be the one you grow old with, not him!" Brendon continued, ignoring Mel. "That kiss you and I shared the other day put everything in perspective for me. I love you."
"Mommy didn't kiss you, you kissed her!" Destiny spoke up, somehow understanding what Brendon had said. Even more gasps rang throughout the room when Destiny spoke. The three year old confirmed that they had kissed.
"That is absurd! Amanda is the one who came onto me! I know she loves me as much as I love her."
"Dude, Destiny is three; she isn’t gonna lie about stuff like that!" Mel yelled at him. All eyes moved from the teenager to Amanda. She had tears pricking at the corner of her eyes and her mouth was hanging open. Ryan, on the other hand, looked as if he wanted to start a fight right there, right then.
"Amanda?" Ryan whispered, turning to her, their hands still entwined together.
"I-I...I-.." Amanda let go of Ryan and ran up back up the aisle, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't face it. She couldn't face any of them. It was her wedding day. How could someone be so stupid as to ruin it for her?
"AMANDA!" Brendon and Ryan called out at the same time, both turning to one and other with a burning fire in their eyes. If it was up to them, they would have started a fight right there and then, but an ocean of people were between them.
"Will someone get him out of here?" The groom shouted, not wanting to even look at Brendon anymore. When no one moved, Ryan ran up the aisle, following Amanda's path.
"Only one day to go." I thought to myself as I lay in bed. "One day to go and I'll be Mrs. Ross." My dream was almost complete. I had three perfect children, almost had my perfect husband. That was all I have ever wanted since I first fell for Ryan.
"MOMMY!" Kyle shouted, jumping on me. I screwed my face up in pain as he landed on my arm. Luckily he was only three and didn't weigh too much.
"Morning, my little soldier." I said, kissing his forehead. He gave me a toothy grin and I felt another sudden weight on my other side.
"MOMMY!" Destiny shouted as she crash landed into Ryan's empty space.
"How are my babies today?" I asked, pulling them closely under my arms. I had missed having Mel so small so we could cuddle up in bed like that. But Ryan had given me Destiny and Kyle to do it with, which always made me happy.
"I'm okay." Kyle nodded, smiling up at me.
"I'm not!" Destiny whined, folding her arms across her chest. Here we go, I thought. Destiny is always one to over exaggerate on things and make mountains out of mole hills. There is always a problem. If there isn't, well, I don't know, there always is.
"Oh no!" I fake gasped. "What's wrong with my baby girl?"
"The baddy under my bed took Mr. Snuggles!" She cried. I had to resist the urge to laugh at my youngest daughter. In other words, her teddy bear fell off the bed last night and she had kicked it underneath when she woke up. Destiny was frightened of the 'baddy' under her bed, so she refused to go anywhere near it.
"We'll have to go on an adventure later and see if we can find Mr. Snuggles!" I told her, jumping up onto my knees, making the two little ones giggle. They enjoyed it when I made time to play with them. That was something I had missed out on with Mel. When she was as young as the twins, I was always working to keep us alive and together. I was always too tired when I got back from work and would end up sending Mel off to bed with a goodnight kiss.
"Morning." Ryan called; I spun around and saw him carrying a breakfast tray for me. Destiny and Kyle's smiles widened and I sat back against my pillows as he set it down on my lap and gave me a kiss.
"Eww!" The kids said, laughing about it at the same time.
"What's this for?" I asked. Ryan just shrugged. "Ryan, I'm serious. You never bring me breakfast in bed." It was the first time that I could recall him doing something so sweet and caring for me.
"And after tomorrow I won't do it ever again." He chuckled, giving me another kiss. "Well, it's more brunch anyway since its 11:30." I almost chocked on my orange juice.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Thirteen hours straight." He answered, picking up a slice of toast and taking a massive bite out of it.
"I want some!" Destiny cried, jumping onto Ryan's lap and taking the toast from him.
"And me!" I handed Kyle a slice of toasted bread, knowing that he wouldn't want to be left out, and he licked all the butter off first. My kids have weird eating habits.
"Where's Mel?" I asked.
"In her room, blogging about how terrible her life is. You know the usual teenage stuff she does." Ryan joked, cradling Destiny on his lap.
Mel's P.O.V.
Dear the readers of my blog,
Life is still at an all-time low. Mom and Ryan are getting married tomorrow and that jerk Brendon is going to ruin it for them, I can just tell. I have no idea what to do. I want to sabotage him, but I can't without ruining the big day for mom. I know she's been planning this since she met Ryan back when they were eighteen, even if he only thinks it's been two years because he's an idiot.
Right now the two of them are enjoying a nice breakfast in bed. I caught Ryan downstairs in the kitchen attempting to cook. It didn't end well. I'm shocked mom never woke up with the fire alarm going off every two minutes. The little twits have gone to join them in the bedroom. Sucks for them. LOL!
The only thing I'm going to benefit from this wedding is...well, nothing. I'm not getting anything out of it. I already live with Ryan and more kids in this house is not something I want. I don't see the point. I never want to get married; I want to travel the world. But, that's a long shot for me.
Until next time, Mel Evers.
I slammed my laptop shut and leaned my elbows on top of it, resting my head in my hands. My window overlooked the park across the street. It was beautiful in the summer, full of the laughing of children. They all looked so happy. Why couldn't my life be like that? Back when I was, what? Seven? My life was so much easier. Just me and mom living in our apartment together. No one else. Just us two. Now we've got Ryan and the twits to add to that and I hate it. I may sound like I'm being self-centered, but I'm not. I just loved my old life more.
And, after hours of moping around at my desk, and the rest of the day going as badly as any other, I managed to fall asleep with a half-smile on my face. Okay, half a smile because watching mom kick Ryan out of his own house was very funny to watch. But she was highly superstitious and believed that the groom should not see the bride before the wedding.
Morning came and everyone was buzzing with excitement.
Mom looked beautiful as she twirled in front of the mirror. Her hair was done in ringlets, a mixture of loose and tight. Her make-up had been done amazingly and was exactly how she wanted it. She looked like a little china doll; perfect.
I was wearing a strapless lilac dress. It had a white belt below the bust that was tied in a bow at the back. I was wearing white high-heels, which was a bad idea because I was finding it hard to walk straight. Destiny was sitting on one of the chairs, wearing the same as me, only hers had short sleeves in a Cinderella styled dress, and white ballet slippers instead of heels.
Kyle was waiting with Ryan, down the other end of the church. I was stuck in the room with mom, Destiny and Hazel, mom's maid of honor. Luckily, I took a peek out the door and saw how packed the place was. Everyone who had been invited had turned up. That included Brendon.
Ryan's P.O.V.
The nerves were kicking in. I was pacing the room, my mind stuck on Amanda. I kept thinking she was going to leave me or something. I knew I was being stupid, but I still had that doubt on my mind. It wasn't unlike her to take off...
Shut up, Ryan!
I was down the front of the church with Spencer, my best man, and Kyle, the ring bearer. My son was happily humming to himself and Spencer was enjoying watching me freak out; great help he was.
"Ryan, dude, I think it's time that we get out there." Spencer piped up; I turned to face him and gave a nod. The three of us left the room and made our way to the alter at the front. I stood up the front, with Spencer beside me and Kyle beside him. Everyone was chatting to one and other, some noticed me at the front, but not many.
I scanned over the guests and my eyes hit one man in particular; Brendon. There was something about the way he was looking at me, it made me want to punch his face in harder than usual. He was smirking, yet, not smirking and he was looking at me, but not looking at me. Whatever he looked like, it wasn't good.
Nobody's P.O.V.
The wedding march started and Ryan could feel the knots in his stomach tighten. Everyone in the room rose to their feet as Hazel walked down the aisle first, drawing gasps from her own beauty. Destiny went skipping next, throwing flowers up and down the sides. A few short seconds later, Amanda came walking down the aisle, closely followed by Mel, her only bridesmaid. Everyone in the room was dead silent, all watching the breathtaking bride on her decent towards the alter.
Amanda had the biggest smile on her face ever. She was simply glowing with pride as her sights were set on her soon-to-be husband at the end of the aisle. The guests awed and commented to each other on how pretty she was, but all Amanda and Ryan could see was each other.
xxx
"If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together in holy matrimony-Let them speak now or forever hold their peace." Amanda and Ryan smiled, holding each other's hands in their own. Both knew that no one was going to say anything, though Mel looked around eagerly, hoping to destroy someone who dared speak up.
"Good, no-" The pastor started again, but was cut across by, none other than, Brendon.
"WAIT!" He shouted out, standing up. "Amanda, I can't let you marry him!" Most people gasped at his sudden outburst.
"Shut your pie hole and sit back down, Bren." Mel told him, not impressed by his sudden say of things.
"Amanda, I want to be the one you grow old with, not him!" Brendon continued, ignoring Mel. "That kiss you and I shared the other day put everything in perspective for me. I love you."
"Mommy didn't kiss you, you kissed her!" Destiny spoke up, somehow understanding what Brendon had said. Even more gasps rang throughout the room when Destiny spoke. The three year old confirmed that they had kissed.
"That is absurd! Amanda is the one who came onto me! I know she loves me as much as I love her."
"Dude, Destiny is three; she isn’t gonna lie about stuff like that!" Mel yelled at him. All eyes moved from the teenager to Amanda. She had tears pricking at the corner of her eyes and her mouth was hanging open. Ryan, on the other hand, looked as if he wanted to start a fight right there, right then.
"Amanda?" Ryan whispered, turning to her, their hands still entwined together.
"I-I...I-.." Amanda let go of Ryan and ran up back up the aisle, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't face it. She couldn't face any of them. It was her wedding day. How could someone be so stupid as to ruin it for her?
"AMANDA!" Brendon and Ryan called out at the same time, both turning to one and other with a burning fire in their eyes. If it was up to them, they would have started a fight right there and then, but an ocean of people were between them.
"Will someone get him out of here?" The groom shouted, not wanting to even look at Brendon anymore. When no one moved, Ryan ran up the aisle, following Amanda's path.
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