I thought my daughter’s surprise engagement would be the hardest thing to process that night. Then one small detail at dinner connected her fiancé to a part of my husband’s past I’d never known existed. By the end of the evening, I was questioning more than just how quickly she’d fallen in love.
My daughter had been home for less than an hour when my husband looked at her fiancé’s arm and went completely pale.
Until then, the biggest shock of the evening had been their engagement.
Alice had spent almost three months in London. When she texted that she was finally coming home for dinner and bringing “someone important,” I assumed she was bringing a boyfriend.
The biggest shock of the evening had been their engagement.
I didn’t expect the man standing beside her when I opened the door.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, heavily tattooed, with a beard, boots, and a black biker jacket.
For a moment, nobody said anything.
Then Alice grinned and held up her left hand.
“Mom, Dad… this is my fiancé.”
Behind me, Patrick nearly dropped the glass he was holding.
“Mom, Dad… this is my fiancé.”
“You’re engaged?”
Alice laughed nervously. “Surprise?”
I stared at the ring, then at her.
“You went to London for one summer.”
“I was there for almost three months.”
“You’re engaged?”
“Exactly. That’s barely enough time to learn where someone keeps their toothpaste.”
The man beside her smiled, not smugly, more like he understood I needed a minute to understand what was happening.
Alice touched his arm.
“This is Aaron.”
He held out his hand to me.
The man beside her smiled.
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