Hey guys, Gilly here again. A few more people are reading this and I just wanted to say how much I love all of you!

So much has happened since the wedding, and I really can’t wait for you guys to see!

-Gilly ❤

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So, there I was. Married! Me, Gilly! I wanted to do so many things with Chauncey. Really get to know each other as married people. Go to movies, maybe travel. Whatever we wanted.

But sometimes nature takes its course, even if you don’t want it to yet. I started to feel really sick at the afterparty. Chauncey knocked on the door to ask if I was alright. I said that it was probably just a bad plate of Goopy Carbonara or something. He didn’t sound too convinced. What can I say? The man knows me. In any case, our guests began to leave, and he herded the remaining ones with the emotional blackmail of ruining his plans for our first night as a married couple.

Of course, it had to get worse.

Gladsten called.

The conversation was…short. He asked if I was happy, and I said yes. He asked if I still loved him and I said no.

Gladsten would always be my first for a lot of things (Except kiss…thanks, Beatrice.) I was always gonna care for him. But he didn’t love me and never would. I didn’t go for Chauncey because I needed a man, or because I was lonely. Sure, he was there for me, but I really fell for him. He’s my adorable, big nosed goofball.

The next morning I went and had a test done. It was positive. I was…scared. Excited. Nervous. Elated. So many different feelings. There was a little person inside me. I was going to be responsible for it.

…We were. Chauncey was ecstatic.

Married life took us away, even when there was a little person to add to the equation now. Look at this! If that ain’t married life at it’s heart, then someone tell me what is.

On a Saturday morning, I went into contractions. Chauncey…didn’t know what to do. I screamed at him until he bundled me into the car. It wasn’t my sanest moment.

At half past ten, the sun came out, and Amelia Grimm was born.

Life went on. We took care of our little vulnerable bundle of joy, and we fell in love with her so fast and so deeply. She was wonderful. An angel. She made a fuss, though. But she was a baby, so she was allowed. I got a makeover, too, because I was a mommy now, and I didn’t see a whole lot of mommies in loose white tank tops and booty shorts.

We were happy.

…Little bit too happy, actually. Haha..ha…

Ta-daaa!

Before we knew it, Chauney and Amelia’s birthdays were upon us. Chauncey jokingly said that his birthday with was that his wife would stop getting pregnant. The cheek! It takes two to tango, Mister!

Not bad for an elderly gentleman, was what I said to him. He scowled at me, but it was all in good fun.

I still loved him. Of course I did! Even though he had a fascination with shorts for the first few days after his birthday.

My sweet Amelia grew into a beautiful toddler, complete with her father’s hooter.

A couple of days later, we decided it would be fun to go to the park. My waters broke before we could get there.

Same old Chauncey. I was a bit calmer this time, and told him very calmly to get me to a hospital.

I gave birth to a little boy. Chauncey was a little shell shocked, so when he was signing the papers to name him, he accidentally put Aide instead of Aiden. He got that fixed at city hall the next day. The big old doofus.

So, now I have two wonderful children: Amelia and Aiden Grimm. I couldn’t be happier.