#c:leyla

[yvonne-rutherford]

Location: The Venue Date: 13 February, 2024

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It still didn't feel real to Yvonne, despite the approximately five million times she'd stared at the ring gracing her left hand. Every time she closed her eyes, she expected to wake back up to reality. Yet here she was, on a night out with her best friend, celebrating the fact that Yvonne Rutherford was going to get married. If only she could show this day to the Yvonne that moved to London almost four years aggo.

Yvonne squealed as she laid eyes on Leyla, holding one of the glasses out for the other woman to take before pulling her into a tight one armed hug. "I started you off with your usual and don't worry, this other one is a mocktail." She pulled back and held out her left hand so that Leyla could inspect the ring. "He did good."

[yvonne-rutherford]

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“You know, I thought everyone was exaggerating about pregnancy brain. But today alone I have managed to forget that my keys were in my hands, my sunglasses were over my eyes, and that my shoes were already on my feet. Please tell me that this is the worst of it.” Yvonne chuckled as she took a sip from her (unfortunately) decaf coffee. Over halfway there, that’s what she kept telling herself. Seventeen more weeks until Maddie was in her arms and the real fun began. And those seventeen weeks couldn’t pass soon enough. 

[yvonne-rutherford]

Yvonne squirmed on the exam table, a smile so wide it hurt spread across her lips. As impossible as it was to believe, it was finally time. The big question was going to be answered: boy or girl? She hadn’t told anyone yet, but secretly she was hoping for a little girl of her own, though she couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was the baby bows she saw dotted across the internet or just another trip of her ever volatile hormones. Like any good mother, Yvonne was going to be happy no matter the results. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have her own hopes.

Leyla stood nearby and Adriana sat beside her and Yvonne reached out to take her sister’s hand. For the first time she had company and support besides Leyla with her and she felt relief at her sister’s willingness to sit beside her. A gasp left her lips as the gel hit her exposed stomach and it took all of her energy to keep from jumping.

“Does that gel ever stop being so cold?”

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