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Now the day of Seb and Roberta’s wedding had finally arrived. They woke, separately, to bright sunshine. Not a single cloud adored the blue sky above. It looked set to be a wonderful day, at least weather wise.
Roberta woke to be greeted by her beloved sister Karen waking her up with a watered down glass of champagne for her.
‘Your wedding day has arrived!’ Karen smiled.
‘Hmm. I know.’ Roberta smiled back, ‘but I just didn’t think I would be pregnant at the same time!’ she stretched out.
‘That’s what happens, when you have sex in the shower!’ Karen laughed.
‘Fun water sports!’ Roberta winked in reply.
‘Hmmm. But after meeting both Seb and Urs, I would have gone more for Urs.’ Karen blushed as she told her sister this.
‘So, I thought I would, at the start.’
‘But you’re in love with Seb. And he loves you. Anyone can see that.’
‘And Urs, loves Fara.’ Roberta reminded her sister.
‘Who must be completely crazy to have let him go.’ Karen then said.
‘She won’t admit she loves him.’ Roberta sighed.
‘Hence today Fara chief bridesmaid. Urs best man.’
‘A fact Fara doesn’t actually know about…’
‘Rob…’ Karen sighed.
‘It’ll be OK. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.’
‘I seriously hope you do.’ Karen warned her younger sister.
‘I do. I do. Relax. It’ll be fine. Fine.’ Roberta soothed.
Karen only hoped her sister was right. But she herself wasn’t quite so sure. But only time, and Urs and Fara meeting face to face to prove that, one way, or another. They would see. They would all soon see.

Fara hated weddings. She wasn’t at all romantic. Sure she believed in love, had been in it a few times in her life but still hated the idea of getting married. Being stuck to one person for the rest of her life. Fara hadn’t yet, yet, met anyone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Until she had met Urs. Now everything was slowly but surely changing. Making her start to feel differently. Making her take another look at her life and what, and who was in it. It was that which had made her and Urs split up. She could see that now. But that wasn’t the major problem of making her get back in contact with him to resume their relationship. No. The major problem was that she had recently discovered something. She, like Roberta was pregnant. Finding out had come as such a shock. So much for being on the pill and using condoms! So much for preventing pregnancy. All that sickness, at first, Fara had thought it was just a tummy bug. Something she had picked up but when her breasts had started to hurt and had swollen a little she knew something else was up. A shock positive pregnancy test had confirmed her fears. Fara was expecting Urs’ baby. She was going to be a Mummy. Urs was going to be a Daddy. Oh god. OK, Fara was happy but still. She had to somehow, find a way of telling Urs the news. She had no idea how he was going to take it. Would he be shocked like she had been? Or over the moon like Seb had been when Roberta had told him he was to be a Daddy? Fara didn’t know the answer to that question and that was what was worrying her the most.

Urs, also hated weddings. Until he had met Fara the idea of committing himself to one woman forever more had scared the life out of him. He couldn’t have done it. Giving himself completely to just one woman but then as you say he had met Fara. The one woman who had single handily made him re-think his whole thoughts on marriage. He had wanted to marry Fara. Truth be told he still wanted to marry her. He would in a blink of an eye. He missed her like crazy. Not just sexually but physically and mentally too. Every night he dreamt of her. Dreams of great sexual need. He would wake up with a ragging hard on and no Fara for it to go to. He hated, hated, having to see to it himself. It wasn’t the same feeling as being inside Fara. Being inside her sweet, warm mouth or her wonderfully tasting vagina. She was also so very wet, so very warm and so very wonderfully tight. God. He missed her so much and he didn’t know what he had to either door say to get her back or he would in an instant. She should be here, in his arms. In his bed. Not sleeping by herself. Urs hoped she was alone. He didn’t want to torture himself with thoughts of her being with somebody else. He wanted to beat up that man, or woman she was with if she were with someone. He had tried asking Roberta but she had refused to tell him. OK, she was being loyal to her friend. But wasn’t Urs her friend too? shouldn’t she be loyal to him too? Shouldn’t she be telling him what he so wanted to know about Fara? Obviously not. Anyway, Urs would finally get to see Fara today. He had overheard Roberta and her mad sister, Karen, talking about the wedding. She was going to be chief bridesmaid and as he was Seb’s best man, wasn’t it an English tradition for the best man and chief bridesmaid to get it together? To ‘’cop-off’’ with each other? As the saying went? Urs was most determined to fulfil that duty. He would make that saying come true. He would get back with Fara today no matter what the outcome may be!

‘WOW…you look…’ Fara stared at the vision that was her best friend Roberta, standing there, dressed in a perfect wedding dress that hide her neat little bump. Roberta looked stunning. Radiant. Perfect.
‘I look OK then?’ Roberta nervously asked.
‘Stunning.’ Laura told her.
‘Really?’ Roberta blinked at her.
‘Like that dress was made for you.’ Karen told her little sister.
‘Thanks everyone…’ Roberta blushed embarrassingly.
‘Seb won’t know what’s hit him.’ Laura smiled.
‘You girls look rather spectacular too.’ Roberta then smiled at her two bridesmaids and sister.
‘Why, thank you.’ Laura battered her eyelashes then did a twirl. She did make a perfect girl Fara noticed. Laura had long straight blonde hair. Legs to die for and a perfect figure. If you hadn’t known you could never tell Laura hadn’t been born a woman. Ever since her ‘’gender re-alignment’’ operation she had come on in leaps and bounds. And today, being a bridesmaid for Roberta was the icing on the cake for her.
Laura had been amazed when Roberta had been so friendly, so welcoming to her.
‘You are amazing.’ Laura had told Roberta.
‘Why?’ Roberta had asked, ‘what have I done?’
‘Become a genuine nice person to me.’
‘Not hard to be. You’re the same to me.’ Roberta had shrugged.
‘But you didn’t need to be so nice to me…’
‘Why not? I like you. I like you no matter what. Plus, added bonus, you make David happy. What more could I have asked for?’ Roberta had replied, hugging her new friend. Almost making Laura cry with relief at finding such wonderful people to be friends with. People who didn’t care about Laura’s past. They accepted her as she was here and now.

David swooned with desire on seeing Laura in her bridesmaid outfit. She looked so happy. He had the greatest urge to sweep her right off her feet. To carry her away and to make her his completely. And although she had now been given the all clear, she and David hadn’t. Had sex yet since she had been made a real, proper woman. They wanted to wait for the right time. To make it special. David was sensing, from the looks he kept receiving from Laura that today just might be the day. Tonight they could be making sweet, passionate love for the very first time.