Post by Bee on Sept 18, 2009 14:07:25 GMT
DECLAN’S P.O.V
Me and Bridget walked into Mum, Steve and Miranda’s house and found mum red in the face and running around the house arranging things.
“Mum?” I asked.
“Huh oh your back, just in time, India just woke up” Rebecca ran over to her laptop and started typing on it.
“Umm” I pointed at the bedroom as if to say should I go get India or stay here?.
“I’ll go get her” Bridget walked off.
“What’s up mum?” I asked her sitting next to her on the couch.
“Oh! We haven’t told you yet, Paul and I are getting married on Monday” Mum told me.
“You’re what!” I was shocked, Monday was only three days away.
“Here have a look” mum told me sliding the computer to me.
Dear Declan, Bridget and India…
You are invited to attend the wedding of Paul Robinson and Rebecca Napier…
Monday the 5th of January 2010 starting at 1pm.
At Lasseter’s Park.
“Mum you didn’t have to write me an invite, I’m your son” I shook my head, “How are you even going to organize this on such a short notice?”.
“Oh this coming from Declan who married his wife the same day they found the church?” Mum scoffed irritably, “Anyway I need space so…”.
Bridget came out of the bedroom holding an irritable India who looked cranky at being awake, I went and picked up India’s huge amount of luggage and we left mum to do her wedding stuff.
“What was that about?” Bridget asked on the drive home.
“Mum and Paul are getting married on Monday” I said.
“They’re what?” Bridget almost yelled which woke up India from the backseat who started crying.
“I know, its short notice, I mean you don’t have a bridesmaid dress, India doesn’t have a dress yet, I don’t have a suit….” I began as we got out of the car.
“I cant believe your worrying about clothing…” I started, “…Wait India does have a dress…I bought her one”.
“Really?” I picked up the nappy bag and the clothes bag, “Can we leave the porta cot in there?” I asked.
“No bring it in” Bridget picked up India and tried to sooth her crying.
“great” I thought of the prospect of a million trips to the car again, “I suppose we cant talk though, I mean we found a church to get married in and got married on the same day”.
“I suppose, wait I’ll get her to bed and then help you bring the bags in” Bridget indicated India who was falling asleep in her arms again.
“No you wont” I said, “You’re pregnant”.
“I’m not diseased Declan, you weren’t this protective when I was pregnant with India” She said.
“Well I was stupid then, anyway I’ll keep unloading bags” I said walking out the front door again.
“Eghh finally” I said as I dumped the last bag on the ground of mine and Bridget’s bedroom.
Then India started crying, I walked out and on the way to India’s room I spotted Bridget asleep on the couch.
“Hey gorgeous” I picked up India who stopped crying as soon as she saw me, “Did you have a bad dream?...come into the kitchen and I’ll make you a bottle and you can tell me all about it”.
Bridget was at the doorway listening to this and smiling at her husbands baby voice to their daughter.
“Oh I didn’t mean to wake you” I said shocked to see Bridget there.
“You didn’t, India did” Bridget said, “Here I’ll feed her, saves making a bottle” I took her from him.
“Alright” I handed India over, “I might get started on a resume”.
Me and Bridget walked into Mum, Steve and Miranda’s house and found mum red in the face and running around the house arranging things.
“Mum?” I asked.
“Huh oh your back, just in time, India just woke up” Rebecca ran over to her laptop and started typing on it.
“Umm” I pointed at the bedroom as if to say should I go get India or stay here?.
“I’ll go get her” Bridget walked off.
“What’s up mum?” I asked her sitting next to her on the couch.
“Oh! We haven’t told you yet, Paul and I are getting married on Monday” Mum told me.
“You’re what!” I was shocked, Monday was only three days away.
“Here have a look” mum told me sliding the computer to me.
Dear Declan, Bridget and India…
You are invited to attend the wedding of Paul Robinson and Rebecca Napier…
Monday the 5th of January 2010 starting at 1pm.
At Lasseter’s Park.
“Mum you didn’t have to write me an invite, I’m your son” I shook my head, “How are you even going to organize this on such a short notice?”.
“Oh this coming from Declan who married his wife the same day they found the church?” Mum scoffed irritably, “Anyway I need space so…”.
Bridget came out of the bedroom holding an irritable India who looked cranky at being awake, I went and picked up India’s huge amount of luggage and we left mum to do her wedding stuff.
“What was that about?” Bridget asked on the drive home.
“Mum and Paul are getting married on Monday” I said.
“They’re what?” Bridget almost yelled which woke up India from the backseat who started crying.
“I know, its short notice, I mean you don’t have a bridesmaid dress, India doesn’t have a dress yet, I don’t have a suit….” I began as we got out of the car.
“I cant believe your worrying about clothing…” I started, “…Wait India does have a dress…I bought her one”.
“Really?” I picked up the nappy bag and the clothes bag, “Can we leave the porta cot in there?” I asked.
“No bring it in” Bridget picked up India and tried to sooth her crying.
“great” I thought of the prospect of a million trips to the car again, “I suppose we cant talk though, I mean we found a church to get married in and got married on the same day”.
“I suppose, wait I’ll get her to bed and then help you bring the bags in” Bridget indicated India who was falling asleep in her arms again.
“No you wont” I said, “You’re pregnant”.
“I’m not diseased Declan, you weren’t this protective when I was pregnant with India” She said.
“Well I was stupid then, anyway I’ll keep unloading bags” I said walking out the front door again.
“Eghh finally” I said as I dumped the last bag on the ground of mine and Bridget’s bedroom.
Then India started crying, I walked out and on the way to India’s room I spotted Bridget asleep on the couch.
“Hey gorgeous” I picked up India who stopped crying as soon as she saw me, “Did you have a bad dream?...come into the kitchen and I’ll make you a bottle and you can tell me all about it”.
Bridget was at the doorway listening to this and smiling at her husbands baby voice to their daughter.
“Oh I didn’t mean to wake you” I said shocked to see Bridget there.
“You didn’t, India did” Bridget said, “Here I’ll feed her, saves making a bottle” I took her from him.
“Alright” I handed India over, “I might get started on a resume”.