“A grandbaby!” his mom cried, jumping up and down. Graham was pure smiles.
Graham looked over at me and must have seen the saddened expression on my
face. He gave the mic back and came over to me.
“What’d they say?” he asked, putting his hand on my arm. I said it plain and
simple.
“My mom doesn’t want a baby.” I wasn’t going to let this ruin my wedding day.
“Ready to dance?” I asked. Graham must have read my mind because he asked no
further questions.
I avoided my mother the whole night. We got no pictures taken with each
other. The few times she did approach me, I either walked away or got into a crowd
where she couldn’t reach me. Everyone else that night congratulated me.
Graham and I danced our slow dance together. It was our song, called “In
These Arms”. It was so romantic, and I admit it, I cried. Graham and I danced, so
perfectly, my head against his chest, and over and over again he told me how much
he loved me. And that’s all that mattered.