12 months later
Imogen
The last year has been epic, we are three days out from the wedding. Tobias and Theo are at work and I’m trying to get Thaddeus ready so I can retry my dress. The woman in the shop insisted, which I know is pointless, my body hasn't and can’t change, but it isn’t like I can tell her that. Just as I’m about to walk out the door, I pick up Thaddeus, only for him to throw up on my dress. My appointment is in forty minutes and it is at least a thirty-minute drive into town.
“Come on, could this day get any worse?” I groan and suddenly, the projectile vomit is all over my hair as well. Why, why did I say that? “You just had to prove it could, didn’t you little man? Come on, I need to change you and myself now.” I tell him. Walking up the stairs, I place my hand on hi
