Baby blue short stories

the arranged marriage 2

The next day, when I came home after an appointment, the girls had baked me a cake, as an apology and a peace offering.

"We're really sorry, Will.", Megan said.

"It's alright. I understand.", I smiled kindly. Suddenly Emily hugged me.

"Can you fix dolly now?", she asked.

"I already did, sweetheart. I can get her for you.", I offered.

When Mathew, the oldest of the three, came home from football training we enjoyed the cake together.

"How was training?", I asked.

"Awesome! The coach praised me again.", the boy replied.

"I'm really proud of you.", my husband replied. I smiled softly. Suddenly my phone rang.

I looked at the screen and felt my heart sink.

"Good evening, Sir.", I picked up and greeted my father, after I had left the room.

"I need you to give your husband a little push. He's the only one who hasn't signed the deal for the new mall yet and we need him to.", my father immediately spoke.

"Oh...yes, I'll give him a gentle nudge. How are the twins?", I asked.

"As always. They are doing great, the tent of telepathy is making me lots of money. Now, don't waste my time. Goodbye. ", he said, before hanging up.

I put my phone in my pocket, listening to the happy chatter in the kitchen.

Why did it hurt? I was happy for the kids. They had a Dad, that never hurt them. They got to have someone that was proud of them. I wiped my eyes.

"Hey, are you alright?", Mathew suddenly asked from behind me. He put a hand on my shoulder. I smiled at the boy.

"Yeah. My father just called. It's alright. ", I brushed it off.

"You wanna go for a walk?? Dad is busy with the girls. Ems' got a sugar rush.", he chuckled.

"Yeah, I'd like that. Doesn't he need help?", I replied.

Mathew shrugged.

We grabbed our coats and went outside.

At first we walked in silence.

Suddenly he asked: "how old are you?"

"I'm 22 years old.", I answered, enjoying the autumn sun.

"Really? You're so young and Dad's so...old!", Mathew laughed.

"He's not that old.", I chuckled.

"Still. You're married to someone who could be a grandpa in a few years.", he tried to tease me. Mathew gave me a gentle nudge.

"At least wont have to make my own children! I could never touch a woman like that. ", I chuckled, nudging him back.

"So, you're, like, super gay?",

I nodded, blushing.

"Honestly, Dad marrying a man wasn't a big shock. He had several men over when the divorce was through. But never you...how do you know my Dad?", the boy asked.

"Oh, it was an arranged marriage. My father chose him. I didn't know Tad before our wedding day.", I explained.

Mathew gasped in shock, then blurted out: "I didn't know those still existed!"

"In some weird, old fashioned families, like mine, they're actually pretty normal. Honestly, giving my hand to a man was just my Dads way of giving up on me completely. Making me someone elses problem.", I chuckled. Mathew put a arm around my shoulder.

"You're not a problem! Also, you make great lunches. I'm glad Dad has you now.", he claimed.

I felt tears build up.

"You don't think I'm...weird?", I asked.

"Tbh, I think you're really really weird. But so is my Dad. An average wife wouldn't have suited him. Hey, are you crying?", he asked softly.

I wiped my eyes.

"No!", I squeaked.

"Oh, I didn't mean to, oh god, I'm sorry!", he replied nervously.

"It's alright, those are happy tears.", I sniffed.

We walked back to the house.

Suddenly, and I don't know why, I said: "I didn't even want to get married, but now that I am, I'm glad its Tad. I'm pretty sure my Dad had worse options."

Mathew stopped in his tracks.

Then he shook his head and started walking faster.

"It's starting to rain!", I suddenly yelled, as a few drops hit me.

We started running. Damn, those football captains were fast.