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--after school--

We weren't allowed to leave our classrooms due to some sort of thrill going off. Apparently an armed person entered the school property, which is currently being taken cared by police.

Sighing small, I feel Sinon wrap an arm around my shoulders as she whispers in my ear. "Okay. We have been here for like two hours. And, oh my god! His attention has been mostly on you!! He is overprotective!!"

"I know he is. Andrew has been like that for the past months ever since he learned that in my family, prematures exist. Which means the twins can come any minute."

"Really?! Well that explains everything."

"Heh... Yes it does I guess. But I personally think he should.. slow it down if you know what I mean."

"Hehe! Yeah, I know. But that won't happen until you have the twins."

"Oh boy. That is what I fear. But I'm not going to go against it. He won't listen."

"I'm guessing you tried already?"

"Yup."

"Mmm... okay. Poor you."

"Poor meh!"

Finally, over the intercom, we are able to go home.

"Welp, now that this is over, I'll see you tomorrow." Sinon said as she stood up, grabbing her stuff.

"Sure thing. See ya, Sinon."

Giving me a small smile, Sinon walks out the classroom behind a group of students who were booking it out. Once all the students were gone, I stood up and walked out the classroom.

Andrew follows me and gently takes my hand. "You know, you need to relax more."

Taking back his hand, I sigh deeply. "Speak for yourself."

"Yeah, okay. But I'm not the one pregnant."

"Riiight."

"Its true."

"I know. I know!"

"Then, listen."

"Okay, Mr. Overprotective."

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For the next seven days, I did remain relaxed. I did listen because after all Andrew and Sinon were right. Due to I being nervous, it can harm the twins a lot.

Right now, we are about a hour away from the huge event. Many were invited, including those from school. I'm current in the dressing room with mom. She just helped me with the dress she personally picked for me.

"I can't believe you are getting married." Pakura said as she placed her hands on my shoulders.

Smiling small, I node in agreement. "Same here."

"You're father is going to play the role of pope."

"Really? Cool!"

"Yes. I got to say, you look gorgeous! I knew the minute I saw this dress that it would go perfect for you! It matches you hair completely!"

"Hehe, yes it does!"

"Well then, I'll be back for you. Okay?"

"Okay."

Without saying another word, Pakura walks out the dressing room.