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Lil Italy (no login)
Posted Dec 11, 2002 4:48 PM
Belle looked at her reflection in the mirror. The white dress clung to her curves, and her stomach was still flat and toned. Belle heard the wedding march, and ran to the door of the chapel, flinging them open, preparing to see her five thousand guests, and her friends and family, but was surprised and somewhat disappointed when all she saw was a brown haired man standing with his back to her, and the priest, both standing at the altar. Belle walked down the aisle, looking from side to side as she passed each pew. When she reached the altar she looked up at the priest. “Father, where are al the guests?”
“Isabella, you didn’t want any guests. You and your fiancé wanted a private ceremony,” the priest said, nodding towards the brown haired man. Belle turned to him, and gasped. It wasn’t Shawn who was standing next to her, but Blaine. A cold sweat formed on Belle’s neck. “Where is Shawn?” Belle panicked.
“Shawn? Shawn Brady? Bella, don’t you remember? When he found out that the baby is mine, he broke up with you,” Blaine said, smiling happily.
“But you and I only slept together one time, and that was years ago,” Belle said quickly.
“Darling, that’s all it takes,” Blaine said, pointing to a small blond haired baby boy that was wrapped in a blue blanket, laying on the pew in the front row.
“No, this can’t be happening?” Belle screamed.
“Bella? What’s wrong? Do you miss Blaine Jr.?” Blaine teased, picking up the baby, and holding it out to Belle, who pushed him away.
“No this isn’t right, I am supposed to be with Shawn, and we are going to have OUR baby, not yours and mine!” Belle screamed, as the baby in Blaine’s hands grew into a child in a matter of seconds, holding his arms out calling ‘Mama.’
Belle continued to back away, but the priest caught her from behind and pushed her towards Blaine and ‘Blaine Jr.’ “Now, now Isabella, you have to marry this man…” he repeated over and over again.
Belle screamed, and gasped taking in as much oxygen as she could, as she awoke in her own bed.
“Baby? What’s the matter?” came a familiar voice.
“Belle studied his face in the darkness, and breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw that it was none other than Shawn. She flung her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips hardly.
“Wow, I hope I get this every time you wake up screaming,” Shawn teased, reaching over to his bedside table, and turning on the lamp. “What happened?” Shawn asked once the room was laminated from the small lamp.
“I just had this horrible nightmare. I dreamt that Blaine and I were getting married and that our baby, was his and mine. Oh Shawn it was awful,” Belle said, taking a sip from a glass of water that she kept beside her bed.
“It’s ok, you are never going to marry anyone but me,” Shawn said, kissing Belle’s forehead, and putting his arm around her shoulder.
“I know Shawn, it is just another one of the stupid nightmares, and I have been having them all week. First I forgot to make my own wedding dress, so I had to wear a potato sack down the aisle, then I forgot to tell Mimi and Phillip what church to go to, and then I have this stupid dream about Blaine. I don’t know what is going on with my head,” Belle explained.
“Sweetie, it is just pre-wedding jitters. Most couples only have to deal with their weddings when they get engaged, but you and I have to deal with that on top of our baby being born. It is a lot of stress to put on us, and you also have the stress of your job,” Shawn comforted.
“Yeah, I know, I just wish I could get rid of these nightmares.”
“Well, why don’t you go talk to your mom about them. She could probably give you some advice, or find out what is really bothering you,” Shawn suggested.
“Yeah, I guess your right, I’ll call her tomorrow,” Belle agreed.
“Ok, but Babe, I have to get some sleep, I am having a meeting tomorrow,” Shawn said regretfully, as he looked at Belle with his big brown puppy dog eyes.
“I know, so do I,” Belle said, rolling on to her side, as Shawn switched off the lamp light, and curled up next to her, protectively wrapping his arm around her waist.
“Sweet dreams Baby,” Shawn said sleepily, as he drifted off to sleep.
But Belle stayed awake, racking her brain for the answer to her problem. |
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