“Oscar.”
“What?” he squealed.
“I asked for his blessing and he said yes, and he’s going to be my best man.”
“When are we getting married? Can it be soon? I don’t have a lot of family so nothing big or fancy.” He froze, “Unless you want fancy, Daddy. I’d totally do it for you.”
I chuckled and pressed my lips to his cold nose. “I know you would, you’re a good boy for your Daddy. I figured we could work out the details later, together.” Neither of us had much family so a small affair worked perfectly.
“Hmm, lots to think about.”
“Alright, my silly fiancé, let’s get you out of the cold and into town. We’ll get hot chocolate and walk around until it’s time for lunch. Sound good?”
“Sounds great. Thank you, Daddy.”
“For what?”
“Finding me when I was lost.”
Be still my aching heart. How does one even respond to such heartfelt honesty?
“Ditto, my love. Ditto.” Hopefully, that was the correct reply. I may be a calm, quiet man on the outside, but I was once just as lost as Tae had been. As soon as we hopped in the truck, my phone rapidly pinged.
“Sending you all the pictures I took ‘cause I know you want them too. Ooohhh, mom’s calling me.” Took a minute for that to register until he started talking.
“Hold on, Daddy’s driving. Let me put you on speaker. Okay, you can talk now.”
My mother’s laughter came through loud and clear. “You finally popped the question, son?”
Never one to mince words and I loved that about her. “I did, Momma.”
“Congratulations. Any plans for the nuptials firmed up?”
“Nope. Barely just got the ring on his finger so we didn’t have time to talk about it. Definitely something small since it’ll be just the five of us.”
“Well, y’all have a nice backyard so why don’t we do it there?” She asked.
“That’s a great idea but I’d like to have my friends there, if that’s okay?” My sweet boy asked.
“Sweetheart, this is your wedding too. You can invite anyone you want.”
“How many does that put us at?” Mom asked.
“Um,” Tae counted on his fingers. “Nine. Me, Daddy, You, Oscar, Samian, Trevor, Daddy Jayger, Brandon and his Daddy Adam. Wait, and the marriage person too, so ten.”
The marriage person, this boy was too much. “The minister or justice of the peace. Gotcha.”
“Ten then. Small cake and an easy to feed number of guests.” Momma’s wheels were turning and I could almost picture this coming together. “Think you could construct an arch or a, I don’t know what the hell it’s called. One of those cabana or pergola things for you to get married under.” Her descriptions killed me.
I laughed. “Yeah, I can put something together, Momma.”
“Alright. You two talk it out, pick a date, then we’ll work out the details. Congrats again, I love you both.”
“Love you, too,” Tae and I said at the same time before she hung up.
“Daddy,” his mood had taken a quick downturn. Had Momma and I said something wrong?
“Yes?”
