Olive's P.O.V.
The morning sickness has been easing as time passes. I wake every morning and stare at the now outdated ultrasound pictures. Today we are going to a ultrasound place that does gender reveals. We'll get to see our little bean again.
I wonder what it'll be? Boy or girl.
"I can't wait to see my little bud again." Lucas smiled at me. I nodded, leaning against him, feeling the same excitement.
"What do you think, boy or girl?" I asked him.
"Girl. She'll be my little Rose bud." He nodded looking only at the ultrasound picture held onto the fridge by an old floral magnet.
"I say Boy. He'd be my little knight," I countered with a smile.
We walked hand in hand towards the shop that does the gender reveal. The place felt like an overly decorated doctor's office with pink and gold frills. They seemed to want to freeze their clients stiff as I froze my ass off waiting to be called. Lucas held me close, providing me with some warmth. About 15 minutes later we were called to follow the technician. She led us to a side room with a door that wouldn't close all the way. Goosebumps erupted all over my arms as the chill air hit me. Somehow it was colder in here than the lobby.
I laid on the frozen leather examination table, lifting my shirt as the technician instructed. The cold air was uncomfortable, but the moment my eyes landed on the growing baby inside me, it didn't matter anymore. My eyes misted over again. I guess they will have the same response anytime I see my child. I felt Lucas' large hand in my own as he squeezed it. We watched as the technician maneuvered the wand over me.
She's a girl.
"Congratulations, guys. You're having a girl!" The technician announced as she snapped a picture of between our child's legs with the words it's a girl over it.
We spent a few minutes watching and seeing our baby look more like a baby. She was beautiful, but still so small. I couldn't help the tears that streamed down my face from the pure joy and love I felt. Lucas wiped them away, but his eyes were pink and misted as well. I was happy to see that he didn't care to look tough. He was willing to cry over our child. He loved his little Rose bud just as much as I.
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"What do you think?" Lucas asked as he spun around the center of the room. It was gorgeous with it's glass walls and ceiling. This place was beautiful inside and out, absolutely perfect for our wedding.
"I love it!" I exclaimed with a smile.
The Brooklyn Botanic Garden was like this little oasis tucked away in one of the largest cities. There are a plethora of trees, flower borders, and pastoral lawns. There were shrub roses, tall bearded irises, thread-leaf bluestars, grandiflora roses, and so many more beautiful flowers planted here that made this place look so beautiful. The colors were vibrant and laid out perfectly.
There was a beautiful lily pool just outside this glass house that was memorable to look at. They were tow large rectangular pools bordered by Perennials Border and Annual Border. There were water lilies, and lotuses, scattered throughout. Tulips surrounded the west side of the pool, along with alliums and other spring bloomers. Since we'll be having our wedding in the fall after our baby girl is born they probably won't be in bloom anymore. Still, this place was magically beautiful and felt absolutely perfect to tie my life together with Lucas'.
"I like it too." Lucas beamed that beautiful smile of his at me.
We walked around more before we found our tour person again, and decided to book our day. September 28th, just before it gets too cold, but not until after the summer heat has gone. We had thought about our date for a few months. Between wedding planning and baby planning, my mind barely had room for school.
Thankfully my grades have not slipped in the slightest, but I do get a lot of looks when I enter my class with my rounded stomach. I feel their stares, and judging gazes, on me often, but I ignore them. They mean little to nothing, the only opinion that matters is that of my own and Lucass, and currently we are over the moon.
Lucas pays to have me get an ultrasound every month just so we can see our baby. This is the one time I'm happy he's so rich. It's definitely a lot less stressful to plan a wedding when you don't have to worry about budget or where the money will be coming from. In fact, I'm going wedding dress shopping with Lisa, Hailey and Sarah after this.
Lucas pouted that he couldn't come too. It was an adorable sight as I don't often see him pout. Lisa teased him for it for a few hours until he got annoyed. They were an interesting pair of siblings, constantly annoying one another yet caring for each other deeply. I know it's because of their shared trauma that they are so close despite their clashing personalities.
We left the garden reluctantly. It was such a beautiful place and quite large too, offering a variety of gardens and venues alike. The smells were enchanting unlike that of the city. I was happy we found this little piece of heaven. We'll have to come here more often even after our wedding to enjoy nature. Lucas was driving me to meet Hailey who would take me to a dress shop she knew in town.
"Have fun," Lucas kissed my forehead as he dropped me off with Hailey. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you, too."
Lucas and I have not spent a moment away from each other since he returned from his trip with his mom and Lisa. He works when I'm in class or while I nap or sleep at night. I find myself napping a lot more now. Apparently, growing a baby is exhausting.
"Let's go, chica. We have a lot to see and many dresses to try on." Hailey smiled, linking her arm with mine the way she always does.
I am not going to lie, I'm more than excited for this part. The little girl in me is singing and jumping for joy. I've always wanted this moment, pictured it with my mother. I am sad that I can't share this with her, but I am glad that Sarah is here to experience this with. She and I have gotten closer after we announced to her that I was carrying her grandchild. She's been giving me care packages every weekend and checking in on me daily through texts or calls. Sarah is a wonderful, sweet, and protective woman. She's so excited to have a grandchild.
We haven't told Lucas' dad about the baby or the wedding. Lucas says it's best to wait until after the fact for both. He's worried his dad will try to do something. I haven't spoken to my own father since Lucas punched him in the jaw. Joe hasn't reported anything with Daisy either so things are going as good as they can on that front.
We entered the dress shop and were immediately greeted by a salesperson. This place was definitely on the fancier side with many comfortable couches, mirrors and puffy wedding dresses lining the walls and mannequins. I couldn't believe the sheer number of gowns. It felt like there were a million and one different styles and kinds of dresses. All I knew is that I wanted to try on as many as I could.
"Of course the size will be different once you have the baby. This is more so that we can find the right dress and then come after the baby is born to get the right size." Sarah explained as the attendant seemed unsure of what size gowns to get for me.
"We'll want a dress that isn't pressed against your stomach as you'll just have had a baby. As young and beautiful as you are, your body will need more than a couple of months to get back to its pre-pregnancy stage." Sarah added, as she looked through dresses. She had definitely taken charge of the situation already. Lisa grabbed her mom by the shoulders and sat her on the couch with a look of warning.
"Calm down, mom. Let her enjoy the moment, hmm?"
"Right. I'm so sorry, Olive. I get ahead of myself sometimes."
"No, it's completely fine. I appreciate the advice and guidance," I said with a small smile. I hadn't thought of most of what she had said already.
I tried on what felt like a trillion dresses. We
narrowed down that I was not one for Cinderella like gowns. The puffy bottoms were too itchy for me and too much to handle. The mermaid gowns were out of the question with how tightly they hugged my figure. Finally, I decided my wedding dress needed to be an A-line, have lace designs, and be floor length. Those were my three main points. After a few hours we were all starting to grow tired, but that's when we found it.
The dress checked my 3 criterias. It was floor length, cascading around me on the sides and back but staying at my ankles in the front so I won't step on it while I walk. The bodice was made with interacte lace detailing and had a split down the middle between my breasts. The sleeves were a quarter inch and made of lace and white silky fabric. The lace extended over the bottom of the dress. It didn't cover the whole bottom, having stripes of lace down the front and sides. It was perfect.
This is my dress.