Chapter 62
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Today was a special day. But not for me. For my dad. For Gena and Xavier too. They are becoming a family today. My dad is getting married. I still can’t believe it even though I’m standing in their bedroom at my dad’s house helping get Gena ready. I never thought this day would come. Not that there is anything wrong with my dad. There isn’t. He is wonderful. But dating and marriage were never a big deal for him. I learned as I got older it was because of me. He was focused on raising me. Then as I got older and moved on with my life he thought he was too old. I called bullshit on that several times. But there was nothing I could do about it, it was his life.
Then Gena came along and all of that changed and I could be happier for them. I have gotten to know Gena since my dad introduced us. She is pretty cool. I will never see her as a stepmother. Our ages are too close. And I am beyond the age of needing a mother figure. Gena knows this and respects it. She has said she would feel weird by it so we are fine just being friends. The most important thing is Gena loves my dad. You can see it every time she looks at my dad. Add that she is a good mom to my soon–to–be little brother Xavier. Hell I would back this marriage just to have that little dude in my life. But Gena is a good person so it isn’t a problem. I happy for my dad and ready to help him bring Gena and Xavier into our family.
Gena and I are already dressed. Gena went with a knee–length cream–colored off–the–shoulder bodice dress. It was made of chiffon and tulle to make it light. Me, to not upstage her I went with a pale yellow, thick trapped maternity dress made from the same material as Gena’s that stops below my knees. I already did my hair and makeup while she was in the shower. Gena is sitting in a chair in front of the mirrored vanity Dad surprised her with as a moving–in gift. I had just finished helping her with her makeup. We both went with light makeup. Cat eyes, mascara, light eye shadow to bring out our eyes and tinted lip gloss to enhance the color we already have.
I was helping pull Gena’s hair back on the sides. My belly pressed against the back of her neck. I clip one side of her hair and Gena starts laughing.” You okay Gena?” I asked. Thinking maybe it is a nervous reaction. “I’m fine. Someone is active today,” she said pointing to my belly. The baby had been kicking on and off for the last hour. How did she know that? “With you so close the little one has kicked me in the head twice,” Gena said answering my unspoken question. “Oh, Gena. I’m so sorry.” I said. Gena waved her hand and dismissed what I said.
“No big deal. I just thought it was funny.” Gena said. She looked over her shoulder at my stomach. You could see the baby kicking. Or punching. “Do you need to sit down?” Gena asks. I shake my head “No. Standing sometimes helps it not be so painful. This kid got some power.” I laughed. I rubbed my hand over my belly. “It must know Goof is around. Can sense it somehow.” I laughed. I go back to fixing the other side of her hair. “How are things going with you and Goof?” Gena asks as soon I clip the other side. I’m looking over both sides to make sure they are even before I answer.
I take a deep breath to think over how much I want to tell her. “Let’s just say things with Goof and I are wonderfully complicated. But we aren’t going to talk about that right now. We are going to finish getting you ready so we can get you hitched.” I laughed. “How much time do we have?” Gena asked. I picked up my phone and looked at the time “Ten minutes.” I told her. “Do you think your dad is nervous or getting cold feet?” Gena asked. I moved around to stand in front of the vanity to look at Gena.
Florence is a passionate reader who finds joy in long drives on rainy days. She’s also a fan of Italian makeup tutorials, blending beauty and elegance into her everyday life.
