In no time at all, our little Sunglow was preparing to celebrate his birthday. Daddy’s little man was growing at a rate that was almost incomprehensible. Everyday was different. He grew right before our very eyes. We decided to throw a big birthday bash. Mom and Dad were also having a birthday, and since Sunglow wasn’t old enough for us to worry about throwing him his own party, we opted for a collab.
The night before the party, that was when I confided in Glaze, that I wanted more children. He seemed to be agreeable with the idea, so we got to work on baby # 2.
The next day all of the family started to arrive, and we quickly migrated to the cakes. Mom was up first, she said she had been looking forward to this day for weeks now. A concept I didn’t quite understand, but perhaps maybe when I was older? Mom made her wish and blew out the candles.
Still a beautiful woman. I loved my Mommy.
Next up was our little Sunglow. Mom asked if she could take him to the cake. I kinda wanted to do it, but it really made her face light up when I said yes. So in the end I think it all worked out for the best. I had tears in my eyes as my little angel blew out his candles with his Grammy.
Omb! What a doll! And was that Grandpa Peche’s and Mammas hair? *Sniff Sniff* So handsome.
Dad thought he was gonna sneak off to work, but Momma and I snagged him before he got to the car.
“Oh no you don’t! Come make your wish!”
Look at that proud Grandpa.
I don’t need to really explain how much light Sunglow brought to our family. He captured every last heart. He and Auntie Rose spent many hours playing with the little doll house upstairs. He and she were the best of buds, just like me and her! I knew she would make a great mommy one day.
But I think it was Daddy, who fell the hardest. He was so wrapped around that little guys finger. He tried to spend as much of his free time hanging out with him. I sometimes had to get on him about skipping his reading. Glaze would have spent the whole night talking with him, if I hadn’t of stepped in. Of course I did not intervene that often. I knew Glaze had a handle on stuff…most of the time.
“Hey Sis its me.”
“Oh hey Pumpkin. Whats up?”
“Pumpkin! Thats wonderful. Congratulations!”
“Thanks! Thats only half of the reason why I am calling.”
“Yes. I just got off the phone with Dewey. It sounds like he will be proposing to Persimmon soon. So I was thinking what if we all got married together! We could have a huge ceremony. The three of us together one last time! What do you say?”
“I have found the most perfect venue! Its to die for! Come on sis! Pleaseeeeee”
Easy for her to say, the time she had planned, I was gonna be big as a house. I tried to argue my point, but I did not get far.
“I will be ready to pop then!”
“That just means you will be glowing more than me and Persi! You know you wanna!”
Time marched on and soon we were gearing for the wedding. Though I almost didn’t make it to the wedding. On the eve of the big day, I almost tripped on a toy car sitting at the edge of the stairs. Unaware, I stepped down on it and started to slip. Luckily I was able to grab the banister. I cushioned the blow by landing on my pregnant padded behind. Whew that was close, I thought to myself as I put the car safely in the toy box. It was almost as if someone had planted it there.
But who could have possibly done that?
I didn’t think much of it. No time. The photographer from Moonfruit Photography was late! Our Big day! Glaze and I would finally be united, just like we always dreamed we would be, and Pumpkin was right. The venue was breathtakingly beautiful, but we weren’t goin anywhere till the photographer arrived. Finally we saw her running across the grass with her camera bag.
In her Persimmon style, she was the classic beauty. Such a lovely site to see.
Pumpkin spent almost $150 to get her hair done in a 20’s style finger wave. It was beautiful, but wow really $150?
We all exchanged our vows one at a time. Starting with Pumpkin, then me and then Persimmon.
When they pronounced us man and wife, all of the husbands kissed their brides. It was quite a momentous moment. There was a magic all around. Even though I had never set foot there before, something about that place seemed so familiar.
Forrest and Rose were dancing during the reception and you could see the love in their eyes. Just like the rest of us, the love bug had bitten hard.
All of a sudden though, Forrest stopped.
“Rose, can I ask you something? This seems like the perfect place.”
“Of course dear.”
He knelt down to one knee and pulled a ring from his back pocket.
“Rose Tea. I love you, the luckiest day of my life was the day I met you. Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Forrest Yes Yes yes!”
Looked like we had another wedding to go to soon!
The wedding went off without a hitch, and thankfully I did not go into labor. I was quite worried that it was a possibility. The wedding had only been a week from my due date after all. When the reception ended, we all went our separate ways. Glaze and I spent the evening cuddled up on the couch watching cartoons. One of our secret pleasures. Grown adults, but we sure did love cartoons.
Our show was just coming back from commercial, when I felt a sharp pain.
“OOF! Oh man. Glaze we gotta go.”
I waddled into the car and we were on our way. Knowing what to expect this time, I was much more relaxed. I was breathing and visualizing just like I was supposed to. We got to the hospital and into a room very quickly, and soon I was up in the stirrups, but then everything went wrong.
“Mrs. Chiffon it looks as if this little guy is breech. It doesn’t look like he is going to turn around on his own. We will have to do a C section. Nurse prep her for the operating room.”
Suddenly my relaxed and calm demeanor had evaporated. I was scared. The nurses reassured me I would be fine and so would the babies. Babies? Yes it seemed I was carrying twins. The surgery was fairly quick and there were no complications.
Two nights later, I returned home with two beautiful boys. Thats Pineapple in my lap, and Butterscotch in Glaze’s. Welcome home boys.