Chapter 112
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It would take more time and Jonas was getting impatient.
I loved how it got on his nerves when I told him that three months was a short period this was the fourth month and according to the invitations the wedding was two weeks from now and I still didnt have a dress.
I guess that was the reason my mother kept me here.
Tomorrow we would go for cake tasting and later on take these women to get their designs for their dress done.
By the way Yashin left the hospital a week ago.
The doctors claimed that he was okay but would take him days to cope and when he was coming home he didnt look any slight okay.
Not at all but afte attending some counselling and therapy I guess he got better because he could smile now and you would see the twinkle in his eyes.
My mom decided to help me choose the dress and when I was about to skip this dress that I had been skipping I touched the material and my mother looked at me.
"Take it" she said and removed it out of the hanger with the help of the stylist who didnt look any bit annoyed or even bored or mad.
This woman whose name I forgot had been walking and helping me for the last seven hours that we have been here.
I didnt know shopping for one dress would be this hectic or I would have told Jonas to go and get me a dress himself.
I hesitated a little but my mother forced me to atleast try it.
She went back to wait with the girls who still had not finished their late lunch.
It was almost six PM and I was missing my children.
When I was done putting on the dress with the help of the stylish I turned around and looked at myself in the long lengthed mirror that was in the medium sized fitting room.
I was struck
I didnt want to comment anything and for a fact I knew that if they didnt like it I would buy it anyways.
I didn't have the strength to put on another dress and I really felt like this was the dress.
When I walked back they all looked at me with their mouths wide open.
Yep it was the one.
Finally that day we brought the dress and made sure my mother went with it.
Yeah we didnt want Jonas to see it.
The following day in the morning I took the girls to their dress fitting and in the afternoon I met up with an eager Jonas for cake tasting.
I really preferred to have donoughts instead but this guy happened to be a sucker for chocolate mousse cake and he didnt want to pass the opportunity to taste it for free.
And we did go after I went home to drop the car because he insisted that it would only look as romantic if we went in one car.
I didnt argue.
I was too tired so I did that and we left from home together in one car.
After entering in the Mercedes-Benz 450 I told him to lead the way and he did just that.
When we arrived there we were welcomed with smiling waitresses and some even too smiley.
Even though I should be used to it by now but I still felt a tingle of jealousy.
Most of these women were really pretty.
As if to shoo them off he kept a hand on my waist and pulled me along with him.
One of them lead us to the manager and did I mention how the bakery smelled heavenly.
Well it did.
We went a long way for us to decide on which one we were going to take for our wedding.
He still stuck with the chocolate mousse even after tasting lemon and velvet cake.
This man had issues.
So we decided on the chocolate mousse with tiramisu dressing.
Not bad.
We also decided to put icing donoughts on the sides.
So it was set and what was remaining was the food.
I gave the job to my parents and Mendel's parents and they all couldn't be happy.
They told me that they already found a chef and they were discussing which foods would be kept on the menu and the finished yesterday.
Before my mother came for the dress fitting.
We were the only ones slacking behind.
After that we went home.
He didnt bother to go back to work and I kept bothering him about where the fuck we were going for our honey moon and threatened him if he made it long.
I couldn't stay a day away from my babies now imagine if we went a whole two weeks or even worse.
A month.
He didnt even bother to give me a hint about where were going.
He even went ahead and decided to change the topic.
I still forced him to tell me but my man wasnt cracking.
So I left it alone.
The babies were busy downstairs as I laid on his bare chest while he massages my head.
Wasnt he just the best husband.
"We should go out" he said while massaging my head.
I hummed.
I didnt even understand what he was saying.
Instead I was falling asleep.
"Baby I'm serious" he said as he went to my shoulders.
I was only in a tank top and shorts that showed half of my ass.
I hummed again before noticing that he stopped.
I snapped my eyes open and found honey ones looking back at me.
He looked so handsome.
I smiled.
I felt like a little girl again with butterflies and shit in my stomach.
He stole a kiss and then another one which resulted into a make out session
He pulled away making me look at him with a question mark hanging in the air.
