Wedding Weekend Welcome Letter

penultimate chapter of my Sim Story.
As usual, no pictures. But you know what? Better that way.
least every reader, through a few physical characteristics of the characters do, if you can imagine how mentally fit.
's why I prefer books to movies, for example.
The film will offer an actor and you have to stick to him thinking about the characters (do not know if I explained very well ahahaha) while the book ... Well ... reading fantasy can afford to travel and to construct images of all personal!
After this little digression ... ENJOY!

The test was negative. Damn
negative.
I was not pregnant, I was becoming a mother, I was not becoming a parent of a child born of an illicit love. When I announced
Valentina the (good / bad) news I had inadvertently started crying.
you, as a good friend who had always been next to me had slingshots. I had embraced, resting his head on my raven.
"Why are you crying?" She asked, confused.
honestly did not know either. Which of the two parts of me was crying? ***

I avoided telling my sister that I had done a pregnancy test. I did not want me compatisse.
Yes, I would have pitied because he was a mother, she was convinced that everyone around her, wanting a kid screaming constantly ready to wake up at night for a feeding.
Marriage between Cecilia and Jordan celebrated privately with a few close friends. The ceremony was interrupted several times by Thomas that, whenever the mother rested in the cradle, he began to cry vigorously.
Cecilia, in fact, married with child in her arms, but this turned out to all very sweet and romantic.

*** The marriage ended in the evening after a dinner at a restaurant and several dances, led by our father drunk.
Unusually, the couple had decided not to go to any honeymoon but to enjoy the new-born son in their new love nest.
When I got home I was exhausted and had no even the strength to pull out the dress that, strangely, I had become very close even though I had measured a few months ago, just in anticipation of the wedding.
I had visibly gained weight but, knowing you are not pregnant, I decided just to keep me in binges to remedy this situation.

*** The next morning, given the hellish night that I passed (I had vomited several times), I decided to go to the hospital to do some checking.
I had heard on television, he was turning an ugly form of intestinal flu and suspected of taking it.
After a quick shower and after wearing the only clothes I stood still, I went to the hospital.
As I crossed the main corridors of the hotel, I realized I was envious at the sight of the maternity ward, where pregnant women came from the smiling faces swollen.
After I submitted to several tests made me sit in a room, waiting for the results.
As I thumbed through a magazine, my attention was captured by the images of models who advertise maternity clothes showing their round bellies.
Another shiver ran through my body envy.
I would never become a mother? I wondered, as I stared at my belly swollen from intestinal infection.
From the red door in front of me came a blonde doctor in white coat, smiling, asked me to sit inside.
After sitting in front of her, opened my medical records.
"She's pregnant," she said.
And my heart stopped. ***