A Day To Remember: The Best Thing for Me Sequel by Lauren Jackson Read Free Book Online Page B

so?”
     
    “Yeah, everyone is having a great time. It was really nice of you to do this for them.”
     
    I beamed up at him. “I feel so old. Here I am, at this awesome party with my friends, and all I want to do is curl up in bed.”
     
    “You’re pregnant, you get tired easily. That’s understandable. You had a big day today, cut yourself some slack.”
     
    “Okay, Dad.” I laughed.
     
    The rest of the night cruised by uneventfully. I couldn’t get the idea of Mel being pregnant again, out of my head. I was happy for her. It’s refreshing to know that I won’t entirely be going through this journey alone. My best friend will be right there with me, going through the exact same thing. I smiled as I thought about us doing prenatal classes together, and other cute soon-to-be mother activities.
     
    I suppose we will find out tomorrow.
     
    “Luke is going to kill me.”
     
    “He will not.”
     
    “He is not going to want to go through this again!” she cried out desperately, clutching the test in her hand.
     
    I was a little shocked still. It was hard to believe that she was pregnant, again. A smile broke out on my face.
     
    “Why are you smiling?” she exclaimed.
     
    “Because we get to do this together! You know how terrified I am. It will be so much easier with you by my side.”
     
    “I would be by your side regardless!” she argued.
     
    “This is a good thing. You’re just freaking out right now, but it is good. Luke will love this, because he loves you. You guys have spoken about having another child anyway; it just came sooner than you planned.”
     
    She sighed, rubbing her face. “Mum is going to go nuts at this.”
     
    “She will be ecstatic!”
     
    Silence fell and we both sat there, not really knowing what to say. I gently placed my hand on my stomach and touched Mel’s with my other. Without a word, she did the same. We stared at each other, a small smile on each of our faces.
     
    “We’ll do this together. I promise.” I murmured.
     
    “Together.” She smiled. “Like always.”
     
    Everything was going to be okay.

 
    A Year and Four Months Later
     
     
    I stared at my reflection, hardly recognising the girl I had become. So much had changed within me as a person. Coming from a shy, nobody at school, to getting married to the most amazing guy I could ever ask for, was incredible.
     
    My long, blonde hair was curled in tight ringlets down my shoulders. My lacey dress hugged my upper body tightly, before flowing down to the floor elegantly. My makeup was amazing, credit to Mel’s mother. My usually short, scuffed nails were long with French tips, matching my dress. My tan was golden, contrasting well with my hair. It was crazy to think how much has happened.
     
    Mel emerged through the door, looking amazing as ever. She held up a bottle of wine, shaking it slightly. “This may help with the nerves.”
     
    “Give it to me.” I laughed, holding out my palm.
     
    “You look stunning babe.” She smiled at me, sitting down. “I am so proud of you.”
     
    “Thanks,” I breathed, filling sick with nerves. I clutched the wine glass with sweaty palms, having a few sips.
     
    It was only a small wedding, but that’s how we wanted it. Close friends and family only. It was affordable and nicer that way, I think. Mel and I had been excited for months. It was all we could talk about for so long. Now that I was here though, I was completely and utterly terrified. My hands were trembling as I took another sip.
     
    “You’re okay.” Mel murmured, grabbing the glass from me. She pulled me into a rib breaking hug, which I returned instantly.
     
    “I am so scared.”
     
    “Don’t be. There is literally nothing to be afraid of. You’re just reinforcing your love for Jason. That’s all this is. It’s not as scary as you think. Trust me, I’d know!”
     
    “You were petrified on the day of your wedding too!”
     
    “I know, but now I can tell you it’s not