#Chapter96
Imogen
12 months later**
The last year had been epic, we were three days out from the wedding. Tobias and Theo were at work and I was trying to get Thaddeus ready so I could retry on my dress, the woman in the shop insisted. Which I knew was pointless, my body hadn’t and can’t change, but it wasn’t like I could tell her that. Just as I was about to walk out the door, I picked up Thaddeus only for him to throw up on my dress. My appointment was in forty minutes and it was at least a thirty-minute drive into town.
/"Come on, could this day get any worse?/" I groaned and for an answer he projectile vomited all over my hair as well. Why, why did I say that? I wanted to sob. /"You just had to prove it could. Didn’t you little man? Come on, I need to change you and myself now,/" I sighed, walking up the stairs. I placed my hand on his head and Thaddeus was a little warm making me wonder if he was coming down with something.
