“Yep, just about.” My hands are shaking, so I clutch them together and take a deep breath, all the while watching myself in the mirror. Turning to the side, I marvel at how this dress fits my bump perfectly – accentuating my new curves and cupping my new, bigger breasts. It also hides the area I’ve become most conscious about – my new, wider, chunkier butt. Zeke loves it, he can’t get enough. He’s always grabbing it, slapping it, squeezing it and palming it, any chance he gets. But I still feel a little self-conscious about it. My makeup is lightly done and my black hair is held together in a sleek, low bun. I’m nervous. Sliding my feet into my shimmery, ivory, sling back kitten heels, I ready myself to walk out to meet Jeremy – my chauffeur for today. Jeremy and Jackson have already dropped everyone off at the top of Jabiru, so now it’s my turn. I haven’t been up there yet – Zeke was in charge of arranging the details for that part of the day. I took care of the reception. I’m excited to see what he’s created, and I’m just so excited to see him. To marry him. To become his wife.
