Accidental Baby

Giselle

As I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my fingers delicately tracing the intricate lace details of my wedding dress, a rush of memories flooded my mind. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the day Andrew had proposed to me, and my heart swelled with joy at the thought of our upcoming wedding ceremony.

It was a beautiful spring day, and Andrew had whisked me away on a surprise weekend getaway to a quaint little bed and breakfast by the countryside. We spent the day exploring charming cobblestone streets, strolling through blooming gardens, and laughing like carefree teenagers.

As the sun began to set, Andrew led me to a picturesque spot overlooking a serene lake. There, surrounded by nature's beauty, he got down on one knee, holding a small velvet box in his hand. My heart raced with anticipation as he uttered those four words I had been longing to hear, "Will you marry me?"

Tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I said, "Yes, Andrew! Yes, a thousand times!"

In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, completely lost in each other's love. Andrew slipped the sparkling diamond ring onto my finger, and we sealed our promise with a tender kiss.

Back in the present, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within me. Today was the day we had been eagerly waiting for, the day we would officially become husband and wife.

Our family and friends had gathered to celebrate our love, and the venue was adorned with flowers and decorations, creating a magical atmosphere that felt straight out of a fairy tale. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over everything, as if nature itself was celebrating our union.

In just a few hours, I would walk down the aisle, and Andrew would be waiting at the end, a smile on his face and love in his eyes. We would exchange vows, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of our lives.

As I thought about the journey we had taken to reach this moment, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude and happiness. Life had a funny way of leading us to each other, and I was grateful for every twist and turn that had brought us together.

In the midst of all the preparations and excitement, I took a moment to pause and reflect. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of Andrew's love surround me, knowing that he was feeling the same anticipation and joy.

"Today is the day," I whispered to myself, my heart fluttering with excitement. “I get to marry the love of my life."

With a contented sigh, I opened my eyes, feeling a surge of happiness fill my entire being. I was ready to take this next step, to start a new chapter with Andrew by my side, and I knew that our love story was only just beginning.

As I slipped into my wedding dress, the fabric hugging me like a second skin, I couldn't wait to see the look on Andrew's face when he saw me walking down the aisle. It was a moment I had dreamt of my entire life, and now it was finally here.

I admiring the wedding dress that I would soon wear as Mrs. Yardley, a rush of excitement washed over me. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect moment to start this new chapter in my life.

"Are you ready, Giselle?" My sister Elvie called from outside the dressing room.

"Just a moment!" I replied, a smile spreading across my face. I turned to Jasmine, my stepmother, who was helping me with the final touches of my hair. "Auntie, could you please fetch my engagement ring from Elvie's room? I must have left it there when I borrowed her jewelry last night."

Jasmine hesitated for a moment before answering, "I'm afraid I can't do that, dear. You know how Elvie can be, and I don't want to upset her before the wedding."

I sighed, a little disappointed, but I didn't want any family drama on my special day. "Alright, it's not a big deal. I'll ask Elvie myself."

Before I left the dressing room, Jasmine handed me a cocktail. "Here, have this. It'll help you relax before the ceremony."

"Thank you," I said, taking a small sip. The sweet taste of the drink washed over me, and I suddenly felt a little lightheaded. But I brushed it off as wedding jitters and excitement.

I made my way down the hall to Elvie's room, the cocktail making me feel slightly off balance. As I reached the door marked "696," I assumed it was Elvie's room, as it was close to mine.

Inside the room, I started to feel even more disoriented. My vision blurred, and I stumbled a little, not fully aware of my surroundings. Feeling hot, I quickly took off my outer layer, not realizing where I was or what I was doing.

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and a man stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. In my haze, I saw his wet hair and assumed it was Andrew.

"Andrew," I murmured, my heart fluttering with excitement as I approached him. "Honey?"

Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed him, my mind convinced that it was my soon-to-be husband. To my surprise, he responded with equal passion, and for a moment, I felt lost in the sensation.

But as the kiss deepened, I began to feel even more lightheaded, and my surroundings blurred. I tried to pull back, realizing that something was not right, but my body felt heavy, and I couldn't find the strength to do so.

He fuck the hell out of me, not caring about of my pain or that it was my first time.

The then wisher, “You would receive money in the morning.”

Money?

What the hell?

Did he believed I am a prostitute?!

My eyes fluttered shut, and the last thing I remember was a sense of sleepiness overtaking me. I had no idea what happened next.