It was not your typical wedding night. I was exhausted so I went straight to bed.
Downstairs, though, we were robbed. They stole our tv, my digital camera, and Vic’s computer. They couldn’t steal our toilet paper like the repoman did. Which was also weird. Ugh.
Victor took care of it all. Honestly, I didn’t even know until morning. I slept through the whole ordeal. I was really, really tired. And vomity. I threw up three more times that night. What was in that drink.
I wanted cookies the next morning. And ice cream. On top of waffles. Victor sent me straight into the bathroom to take a pregnancy test.
“Vic? It’s positive.”
“Oh, sweetie, that’s wonderful! Are you okay?”
God I sure hope so!