Gen 2: Honeysuckle ~ Chapter 2
“I, Hampton, take you, Cream, to be my wife.”
“I, Cream, take you, Hampton, to be my husband.”
“I now pronounce you husband and wife!”
Later on in the night, all the couples gathered on the dance floor as the slow songs began playing, Oasis and I off to the side.
“I-I have something important to tell you, Honey.”
“Well, I’ve applied to this music program.”
“Oh Oasis, that’s great!”
“There’s a catch.”
“It’s in Briocheport.”
“Well, I’m really happy for you.”
“There’s very little chance that I’ll get in though, so it’s not guaranteed.”
“You know what, it’ll be a great experience for both of us!”
“But what does it mean for us?” I whispered softly into my pillow, waiting for any answer- even though I knew none would satisfy me.
“Honeysuckle, if he’s dumb enough to apply for this program that’s miles away from here, then obviously he’s not good enough for you. You’re so special sis, no one is so blind as to not see that.” Confetti scratched her head before attempting to answer my question.
“But I love him.”
“You know what they say,” Butter smiled, climbing into the bed above mine, “’If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was meant to be.’ Goodnight, Honey.”
I sighed, and turned around to properly climb into bed. ‘’Goodnight you two.”
“Just think about what we said.” Confetti smiled sadly, before turning out the light. “You two are absolutely perfect for each other, everyone knows that. But you’re still young, to young for this.”
A tear rolled down my cheek as I rolled over to face the wall, “I’m glad I have my sisters.”
“Hampton, Hampton! Guess what?”
“What?” Hampton asked hesitantly, when he arrived home from work that day.
“I’m pregnant. I mean, we’re pregnant! Well, we’re having a baby!”
“I’m going to be a Dad?”
“You’re going to be a Dad!”
Nearly two months after the wedding, around January, Mum instead on having the house renovated and expanded. Even though both Cream and Hampton repeatedly told her that they wouldn’t be staying- they were already looking for a house of their own.
“Honey, it’s Oasis. I’m calling about that music program I was telling you about.”
“Well, they called me.”