The night of our wedding seemed like a race to make a baby By the time I finally surrendered in exhaustion, dawn was breaking. In my drowsy state, I wondered if Nathaniel was as eager for a child as I was, given his enthusiasm.
When I finally woke up, my phone was flooded with hundreds of unread messages. Some were from Tara, while others were from my friends. Unsurprisingly, most were from my parents.
What’s wrong?” Nathaniel walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped low around his hips.
ater dripped from his hair onto his shoulders and trailed down his defined abs, disappearing somewhere under the towel as if heading to a secret destination.
Just like that, images from the night before flashed through my mind–bits and pieces of blurry memories–and my face instantly turned bright red.
“What are you thinking about? You’re blushing,” he remarked, walking over to feel my forehead.
I quickly shook my head and replied, “Nothing. Just wondering how to explain this to my parents.”
They must have already checked with Shawn and discovered I had married someone else, which meant an interrogation was inevitable.
Nathaniel’s expression remained calm as he said, “Go get ready.”
“Where to?”
“To meet your parents,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Surprisingly, the visit went smoother than I had expected. Even I was shocked by how much my parents liked Nathaniel.
And Nathaniel? He lied so easily and confidently that it was almost terrifying. When my parents asked how we met, he told them we had known each other for years.
“Known each other for years?” I thought. The times I had seen him could be counted on one hand.
Nonetheless, Nathaniel’s composure and good looks, combined with his calm and respectful demeanor, quickly won my parents over.
As for Shawn, my parents were no strangers to his messy dating affairs over the years. While he might have been a good match before, he had proven himself unreliable.
My parents even brought up their hopes for grandchildren within three years, to which Nathaniel respectfully responded, “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best.”
I could only stare in disbelief.
