43. That Room Belongs To Me.

Alana’s POV

It's been a week to that day. The day I still can't believe is true. I never imagined the way he proposed to me was unexpected and awesome as well. I came down the hall and a smile appeared on my face. Everyone is working here and there, decorating the house. We are getting married again. I still can't believe it but trust me this time I am the happiest person. This time the feeling is new and unexplainable.

"Alana dear, Where is Chris?" Nancy asked.

"He isn't home yet, what happened?"

"The electrician is asking for the money."

"Let me bring."

I gave him the money while he left. I looked around again. The flowers are all my favourite. He is doing so much effort, first we will get married in a church then we will have an Indian wedding. We can't do a Nikkah as we aren't Muslims so yeah. I went upstairs to see the decorations. My eyes fell on the room I decorated for my baby. I took a deep breath going inside. I looked around while A lone tear escaped my eyes but... I wip