Wife on Paper

ead, in an attempt to get that splash of guilt off my face. I took a deep breath, trying to

I began, but he

firm but gentle. His eyes searched mi

e I could stop them. "He's my boyfriend, Dad," I said, my voice sha

y dad burst into laughter, shaking

cial yet. That's why I

e, kid," he said, clearly

I stared at him with a deadpan face, letting the words h

The joke had become something very real in his eyes. He o

" he finally asked, his voice a mix of concern an

erheard and stepped outside. "Who's getting married?" she asked, h

for me to answer. His posture was one of patience, but th

racing pulse. "Can we go inside and ta

y took her arm, leading her into the living room. I f

I wasn't really sure about him at first, so I didn't say anything. I planned to tell you both when he asked officially with a r

hey weren't entirely convinced. The silence stretched be

softening. "I should've told y

of concern and confusion. The room felt heavy, filled with so many unspoken ques