Six months past with electric speed, their lives whirling by. Kat and Kevin got hitched first, and decided to follow in Serena and Alex's footsteps, buying a house only two blocks away from them in the cozy little town. Then they were off on a month long vacation in the carribean.
As for Arya and Kyle, the wedding had been set for six months later, and as it got closer Arya got more nervous. Her treatments were going well, although they did not help as much as they could. Still, she was excited to marry the man of her dreams. They'd both been talking about moving to the small town too, so they could be closer to their friends and in a bigger house for children. As the day of the wedding approached Arya was online, looking at the houses to buy. She had gotten her job back in the hospital after her clinic cleared her for work. She wasn't radioactive, and the virus in her was dormant, so as long as she didn't feel sick she could work. Even so much as a cold though kept her home, not wanting to spread the disease.
And Serena and Alex had slipped into their own little world. When the news had hit of Serena's pregnancy everyone was a little surprised, and a suspicious. Arya had wondered if Alex had proposed due to her pregnancy but he had confirmed they'd found out afterwards and she believed him. Kat was still a little skeptical, and Arya rarely talked to Kevin to know his opinion. The pregnant engaged couple seemed happy though, their lives settling down nicely.
"Kyle?" she called, beckoning him from the bedroom, "What about a four bedroom?"
Six months pregnant did not agree with Serena.
Not only did it feel like she was carrying a watermelon 24/7, it didn't help she was pregnant with twins. Her stomach was already huge, and she still had three months to go. She thanked her stars to work from home, her attire mostly baggy shirts and sweats, just to fit over her belly. She was happy though, happier than she'd been in a long time. Serena had a new therapist due to her now diagnosed PTSD, her past, and the upcoming twins. This therapist was a woman, however, and she lived in town, helping all the military families. She did wonders for Serena, and her nightmares had lessened, as well as her mood swings.
Still on days like these, when the little ones were kicking up a storm and she had the day off, Serena felt like shit. She sat on the couch, scrolling through T.V channels and praying Alex would be home soon. She'd already called him three times that day and sent him a text, begging for KFC for dinner. The craving for greasy chicken was too strong.
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