Affliction, chapter 4
It was wedding day and I was shit scared. I've never even seen couples get married. I was in the middle of putting on my dress when I started to have a panic attack. I tripped over my dress, and fell on the floor and I started crying. I was going to mess this up for Mike, I just knew it! I started breathing heavily. This wasn't going to work! What if he wanted to get divorced? I couldn't take it! I would die. Oh god, I'm gonna... I ran to the toilet, and barfed my guts out. I was so faint. I am getting married to Mike Dirnt! I'm so scared right now. I look terrible. I've gotten fat, and I'm ugly, what is everybody going to think of me? They are going to say I'm ugly and I shouldn't be marrying Mike, that I should just go back home. They don't know what I've been through! It's not fair; they have no right to judge me. I heard a knock on the door.
"Hey, Shawnee, are you ready?" Krysta walked in. She looked great in the bridesmaid's dress.
"Yeah, I just need help zipping this dress up," she came over and did it up for me. Suddenly I felt calm, and this was all going to work somehow. She helped be fix my makeup and we left.
*
Walking down the aisle was so freaky. I thought I was going to die right there, but somehow, I managed not to freak out and run away, and I walked slowly and 'properly' down the aisle. I glanced at Adrienne, and she winked at me. Oh, she was so nice. When I got to the end of the aisle, Mike held my hands, and the priest began.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness these two joining in holy matrimony. If anyone has reason these two should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace." Silence.
"Okay, here we go. Michael Ryan Prichard, do you promise to take Shawnee, to have and to hold, through rich and through poor, sickness and health, till death do you part?"
"I do"
"And Shawnee Paige Rogers-Braun, do you do you promise to take Michael, to have and to hold, through rich and through poor, sickness and health, till death do you part?"
"I... do."
"Very well, Michael, you may now kiss the bride," and the deed was done.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife, congratulations." Everyone cheered. I just got married to the love of my life, and I couldn't be happier. We were leaving to the limo someone had arranged for us, when I passed Krysta the bouquet.
"You're next" I winked and Mike dragged me to the limo. We were going to the airport, because Mike had set up our honeymoon in Hawaii. We were going to be gone for a week.
*
The flight was horrendous, but Mike got me through it. I could tell the people were giving us sickened looks, but Mike told me it was because they were jealous I had married a rock star.
"I love you, Mike." And I had the sudden urge to throw up. I ran towards the nearest garbage can, and expelled my insides.
"That's it; we are taking you to a doctor. We aren't going to be able to have any fun with you sick," he winked at me. The doctor's office was awful, and I couldn't speak Hawaiian. Luckily, there was an English doctor on premises, and he was able to see me. I told him my symptoms.
"Mmhmm, and may I speak to you for a minute, Shawnee is it?" He motioned for Mike to leave, and he did.
"Now, Shawnee, have you and this, Mike, been sleeping together?"
I was appalled he would ask, but I answered, "Yea, Mike and I have been sleeping together in fact, this is out honeymoon."
"Hmm, just as I thought, well I think I've found the problem." Mike came back into the small room.
"He found the problem," I told Mike. I hope it wasn't what I think it was,
"Mrs. Dirnt, you're pregnant."
Well that explains a lot. Mike was so happy; I think I saw all of his teeth. "Estelle is going to be so happy! She's going to have a brother or sister!"
I don't know whether or not I should be happy about this. I was pregnant! This was unbelievable. "Thanks, doctor, we should probably go." I said, and Mike held my hands as we left. He was practically dancing by the time the cab arrived.
"I'm gonna be a daddy, I'm gonna be a daddy!" This was extremely annoying.
"Mike, you already are a daddy."
"Oh, I know, but I'm gonna be a daddy to your child!" I sighed. This was going to be the longest nine months of my life.
"So how long did the doctor say until the baby was due?" Mike asked.
"He said in about seven months, and he also said I should stop purgeing in about a month." I was relieved to know I wasn't really sick.
*
When we got to the hotel, the first thing I did was flop on the bed, while Mike carried in out bags. I'm such a bitch for letting Mike carry my bags, but I'm so tired. After the bags were brought in, Mike lay down on the bed with me.
"I love you so much," he said to me, while putting his hand on my stomach.
"I love you, too. I'm worried about it," I said, looking at my stomach.
"Don't worry; we'll take care of the baby. It is ours, and it's our responsibility."
"You know what I just realized? I'm not allowed to drink, smoke or get high while I'm pregnant."
This put a blank expression on Mike's face.
"That's okay, I won't either. I'll do it for both of you." This sense of responsibility made me more attracted to him. Our eyes locked as we slept together for the first time as man and wife.
"Hey, Shawnee, are you ready?" Krysta walked in. She looked great in the bridesmaid's dress.
"Yeah, I just need help zipping this dress up," she came over and did it up for me. Suddenly I felt calm, and this was all going to work somehow. She helped be fix my makeup and we left.
*
Walking down the aisle was so freaky. I thought I was going to die right there, but somehow, I managed not to freak out and run away, and I walked slowly and 'properly' down the aisle. I glanced at Adrienne, and she winked at me. Oh, she was so nice. When I got to the end of the aisle, Mike held my hands, and the priest began.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness these two joining in holy matrimony. If anyone has reason these two should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace." Silence.
"Okay, here we go. Michael Ryan Prichard, do you promise to take Shawnee, to have and to hold, through rich and through poor, sickness and health, till death do you part?"
"I do"
"And Shawnee Paige Rogers-Braun, do you do you promise to take Michael, to have and to hold, through rich and through poor, sickness and health, till death do you part?"
"I... do."
"Very well, Michael, you may now kiss the bride," and the deed was done.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife, congratulations." Everyone cheered. I just got married to the love of my life, and I couldn't be happier. We were leaving to the limo someone had arranged for us, when I passed Krysta the bouquet.
"You're next" I winked and Mike dragged me to the limo. We were going to the airport, because Mike had set up our honeymoon in Hawaii. We were going to be gone for a week.
*
The flight was horrendous, but Mike got me through it. I could tell the people were giving us sickened looks, but Mike told me it was because they were jealous I had married a rock star.
"I love you, Mike." And I had the sudden urge to throw up. I ran towards the nearest garbage can, and expelled my insides.
"That's it; we are taking you to a doctor. We aren't going to be able to have any fun with you sick," he winked at me. The doctor's office was awful, and I couldn't speak Hawaiian. Luckily, there was an English doctor on premises, and he was able to see me. I told him my symptoms.
"Mmhmm, and may I speak to you for a minute, Shawnee is it?" He motioned for Mike to leave, and he did.
"Now, Shawnee, have you and this, Mike, been sleeping together?"
I was appalled he would ask, but I answered, "Yea, Mike and I have been sleeping together in fact, this is out honeymoon."
"Hmm, just as I thought, well I think I've found the problem." Mike came back into the small room.
"He found the problem," I told Mike. I hope it wasn't what I think it was,
"Mrs. Dirnt, you're pregnant."
Well that explains a lot. Mike was so happy; I think I saw all of his teeth. "Estelle is going to be so happy! She's going to have a brother or sister!"
I don't know whether or not I should be happy about this. I was pregnant! This was unbelievable. "Thanks, doctor, we should probably go." I said, and Mike held my hands as we left. He was practically dancing by the time the cab arrived.
"I'm gonna be a daddy, I'm gonna be a daddy!" This was extremely annoying.
"Mike, you already are a daddy."
"Oh, I know, but I'm gonna be a daddy to your child!" I sighed. This was going to be the longest nine months of my life.
"So how long did the doctor say until the baby was due?" Mike asked.
"He said in about seven months, and he also said I should stop purgeing in about a month." I was relieved to know I wasn't really sick.
*
When we got to the hotel, the first thing I did was flop on the bed, while Mike carried in out bags. I'm such a bitch for letting Mike carry my bags, but I'm so tired. After the bags were brought in, Mike lay down on the bed with me.
"I love you so much," he said to me, while putting his hand on my stomach.
"I love you, too. I'm worried about it," I said, looking at my stomach.
"Don't worry; we'll take care of the baby. It is ours, and it's our responsibility."
"You know what I just realized? I'm not allowed to drink, smoke or get high while I'm pregnant."
This put a blank expression on Mike's face.
"That's okay, I won't either. I'll do it for both of you." This sense of responsibility made me more attracted to him. Our eyes locked as we slept together for the first time as man and wife.
