As I lifted my bride’s veil, ready to say “I do,” my son’s voice cut through the chapel. “Dad, wait! Look at her shoulder!” The room froze.
Murmurs spread through the guests. My heart pounded as I followed his gaze — what could he have seen?
Four years ago, I buried my wife, and with her, a part of myself. The funeral was a blur: black umbrellas against a gray sky, Tim’s small hand in mine, both of us trembling.
I thought I’d never find happiness again.
But life, as it tends to do, went on.
When I met Carolyn, it was like I could breathe again. She was patient with my grief, understanding when I had bad days, and most importantly, she loved Tim.
She never tried to replace his mother, but instead created her own space in his life.
Tim, now 13, didn’t object to our relationship, but he wasn’t excited either.
While I was falling in love, Tim was watching, observing, and staying quiet. I told myself he just needed time.
“How do you feel about Carolyn moving in permanently?” I asked him one night, my heart racing as I awaited his response.
He shrugged, his eyes fixed on his dinner plate.
“Whatever makes you happy, Dad.”
It wasn’t exactly enthusiasm, but it wasn’t rejection either. I took it as a win.
When I proposed to Carolyn six months later, Tim stood beside us, his face unreadable as she said yes through tears of joy.
The wedding day arrived on a perfect spring afternoon. The chapel was small and warm, filled with candlelight and fresh flowers.
Our guests, a modest gathering of close friends and family, smiled as I stood at the altar, waiting.
And then she appeared.
Carolyn stood before me in an elegant sleeveless dress, glowing under the lights. A delicate veil covered her face, and when I lifted it, she looked breathtaking.
Her eyes shimmered with tears, and I couldn’t believe my luck.
This incredible woman had chosen me, chosen us.
The minister began the ceremony, his voice steady and calm as he guided us through our vows. Everything was perfect — until it wasn’t.
“If anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”
“Dad, wait!”
Tim’s voice rang out, making the entire room freeze. My heart dropped as I turned to see my son standing, his eyes locked on Carolyn.
“Tim, what are you—” I began, but he cut me off.
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