Sunday passed quickly, and Monday arrived, the day Liz's family was leaving. Her mother mentioned that she would return a few days before the wedding.
Liz asked her to stay a bit longer, but her mother replied that she would be back soon.
"I have an appointment this morning. Do you want to come with us to see how your grandchild is doing?"
"I'd love to," her mother replied.
"Good morning!" Henry said, entering the room and greeting everyone. He asked Liz if she was ready.
"Yes, we can go."
They left together, still trying to convince Liz's mother to stay a little longer.
They arrived at the clinic a few minutes before the appointment, but the doctor was already waiting for them in her office. An hour later, they left the office, satisfied with the new doctor and happy to know the baby was doing well.
"Too bad we still couldn't find out our baby's gender," Henry said, looking at Liz.
She responded, holding his hand tighter, "The important thing is that our baby is healthy and growing well inside me."
Henry touched her belly and said, "You're right. I don't care if it's a boy or a girl, the important thing is that the baby is healthy, just like you said. I only mention it so we can start setting up the nursery."
"We still have plenty of time," Liz concluded.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Morrison watched them with admiration, appreciating the love between them and their excitement about the baby, still so tiny. "My grandchild will be very loved," she thought to herself, smiling at the couple.
That night, Liz and Henry took her family to the airport. Liz felt very sad saying goodbye to her mother, and Henry comforted her with a hug. Afterward, they went home, put on a movie, and fell asleep before it even ended.
The next morning, they woke up with the TV still on. Both got ready for work, had breakfast, and before leaving, Henry asked:
"Do you want me to drop you off at the office?"
"No need. I'll take my car. That way, if I need to run any errands, I won't have to bother you."
"I've told you, you never bother me. Besides, I don't like the idea of my beautiful fiancée driving around alone."
"You're such a silly man, Mr. Henry; I've already told you that."
"I'm a silly man in love, and with the most beautiful future wife on this planet."
"Now, let's get to work," Liz said, smiling, as she guided Henry to his car.
"Shall we have lunch together?"
"Let's see how my day goes. I'll let you know later."
They then drove separately to work.
That week was hectic. Liz experienced a lot of nausea, and on some days, had to work from home. By the end of the following week, Liz was exhausted. She spent the weekend in bed, saying she felt worn out. She said the last two weeks had drained her—work, organizing and preparing the new house, and final wedding preparations, with the big day approaching next weekend. The only things left were to move their clothes and personal items, and Henry's, into the new house, make the final fitting for the dress, and wait for the much-anticipated day to arrive.
On Sunday, their friends came over to spend the day with them. They enjoyed the sunny day by the pool, keeping Liz company as she was feeling tired and low. They came to cheer her up.
Penne hugged her friend and said, "Next week, you'll be Mrs. Carl. My friend is getting married this weekend."
"Now, you just need to set a date for your wedding too," Liz said to Penne, looking directly at Nick, who smiled from the pool and answered from there, "We'll be next."
Liz was happy to hear the comment.
Shortly after, the maid announced that lunch was ready. The men left the pool, joined the girls, took a quick shower, and sat down for lunch.
They stayed all afternoon and then left in the evening.
That night, Liz and Henry took their things to the new house. Liz mentioned that the next day, her mother's housekeeper would come to arrange the drawers and everything else. Now, the only thing missing was for the two of them to move in.
The garden that Mrs. Carl planned and designed turned out beautifully. "The rose bushes will soon be full of blooms," Henry said, adding that his mother was a landscaper and had designed many wonderful gardens, including theirs.
Liz smiled and told Henry it was time to leave, or she would end up sleeping there. Then, they both returned home.