The air outside Chris’ parents’ house felt heavier than usual. Standing at the front door, he sighed deeply.“I just want to get this over with,” he muttered.
Amanda, ever the optimist, slipped her arms around his. “They’re your parents, honey. Maybe tonight they’ll finally come around. We want them at the wedding, right?”
Chris barely responded, his mouth pulling tight. “If they can’t accept you by now, I honestly don’t care anymore.”
“But what about the future? Our children?” she coaxed, her smile hopeful, oblivious to the way his jaw clenched. “Don’t we want them to have grandparents?”“Yeah,” he said, voice flat. “I guess.” Read more below
