119. Invite me to your wedding

ERICA

“Are you okay? Should I have them bring the car? It’s cold out here.”

I grabbed his hand and replied with a hard no. “Antonio, I am wearing two jackets, because you thought my own jacket wasn’t enough. I am sure people looking at me are wondering what kind of alien I am with no visible hands and legs.”

“Then they shouldn't look.” He grumbled, his arm coming around me and tucking me into his side. “No one should look at you. And just to let you know, you look beautiful.”

I flushed at the way he gave me compliments like it was a given. In all the years I spent with myself I never felt beautiful except with him. I pressed my face into his chest, although I was half sweating from the way I was wrapped in the bulging jackets without which he had refused to take me out because according to him it was too cold ‘for me’ to roam around on foot. And not to mention his, ‘What about our baby, it could get cold?’.

After the doctor had left and we had went downstairs to have an intimate dinne