The lead dancer from the show, Carl, who just happens to be a few years older, may or may not have played a part in helping her sprain more than just her ankle as they “got to know each other” the first night she was alone in New York.
And once she was pulled from the show, he refused to perform without her. Hence, the “closed for two weeks” notice at the theater.
She’s back in town just long enough for the wedding, and although she doesn’t mean it in a bad way, I wished she’d stop commenting on how big I’m getting.
It wasn’t long after Kane proposed that I noticed something was different, and doing the math, we worked it out that our first night together saw me become pregnant by Kane and fall madly in love with him.
So our big day’s been nudged forward a few weeks if only to save having my wedding gown alteredagain.
But Kane only smiles and runs his hands all over me whenever I complain about it.
Telling me if anything, he’d like to see a few extra pounds on me permanently, baby or not.
I wanted just a small ceremony, Kane and mom have conspired by making it the most lavish and elaborate by way of compromise.
The whole house has been transformed into what I think looks like a giant wedding cake.
With more flowers and pure white silk drapery than I’ve ever seen or even knew was humanly possible.
Even making Kane’s original efforts the night he claimed me, with all those roses and candles, looking like a practice run now.
With all the furniture removed from the downstairs areas, the house has a cathedral vibe about it, almost.
It’s huge anyway, and with Abby’s theater friends filling most seats, it's mom’s side of the family that makes up the rest.
Kane’s own family is Abby. Plus, the little guy or girl growing inside me.
After he proposed, he told me a little more about why family is so special to him.
He never had one growing up, and once things fizzled out with Abby’s mom, he figured it was as close as he’d get, just him and Abby.
But today means we’re well on the way to making that family a reality. For all of us now, the family includes mom and Abby, me, and Kane. Plus the little one on the way.
All part of a new family that’s only going to get as big as we want it.
And so far, I think Kane’s already thinking about a bigger house.
Both of us confessed to each other we want so many we have to struggle to remember all their names.
But first things first.
A baby needs a proper mom and a dad, according to Kane.
With a real wedding and gold bands exchanged, the whole nine yards.
And as much as I promised myself I wouldn’t cry, once those gold bands flash in the light, I hear Kane repeating his vows to the celebrant.
I can’t help but shed a few tears of happiness from under my veil.
But right at the moment when I have to keep it together at the end of our nuptials where we each say ‘I do,’ I almost drop the huge bouquet of flowers I’m holding.
Clutching at my belly and making a horrible groaning sound.
“Jesus, Jen! What is it? What’s wrong?” Kane gasps as he rushes to support me as I double over.
The whole congregation gasps with him.
But it’s nothing bad.