But I didn’t. So we aren’t.
Country star Taevin Gray married to Jackson Wilson
Everything we know from the couple’s secret marriage.
By LARA BRADLEY
There was quite a reveal during Taevin Gray’s soundcheck ahead of her performance this evening at The Summer Stampede music festival.
The country music star, 28, has been secretly married to professional hockey player, Jackson Wilson, 29, for nearly a decade according to court documents obtained byCountry Know Now.
Sources revealed the pair had a heated exchange onstage following her band’s soundcheck, in which Wilson referred to Gray as his wife.
Country Know Nowhas reached out to reps for both Gray and Wilson, but have not yet heard back.
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Then
I’m late. I’ve never been late to pick up Taevin, and today of all days isn’t the day to start.
Of course my father chose today to berate me about needing to prioritize hockey over, in his words, “some high school fling that will inevitably flop.” Not sure why it took him nearly three months to realize I had a girlfriend, but it did. My mom was gushing about Taevin and prom being today, and it unfortunately set my old man off. Which meant I had to take a lengthy meeting in his home office where he proceeded to threaten to cut me off financially if I fucked up my scholarship with Harvard.
I try to put his threats behind me as I pull into Taevin’s driveway. I’ve got enough to worry about as today’s going to be one of the first times I’m sitting down with her father as Taevin’s boyfriend. She told him about us last month. Some time after we’d declared our love for one another, she decided it was time to stop sneaking around and be truthful.
To say he wasn’t pleased to learn his daughter is dating would be an understatement. And when he saw I’m the lucky bastardwho gets the privilege of dating her, well, let’s just say the guy proved that even pastors aren’t immune to passing judgement.
As I approach the front steps of her mid-century house, I can’t help but fidget with the bowtie threatening to strangle me. I knock on the front door and then tighten my fingers around the plastic box holding the corsage I got for Tae. The only thing she told me about her dress was that it’s black—not shocking at all—so I got her a black corsage with a black bracelet and myself a matching boutonniere since I’m decked out in black from head to toe from my Ray-Ban sunglasses to my Tom Ford dress shoes.
The front door opens to reveal Pastor Gray and a scowl that I’ve come to learn is reserved just for me.
“Good afternoon, Pastor Gray,” I say, aiming to start the conversation off as politely as possible.
“Make sure to have her home by ten o’clock sharp,” he grumbles, not bothering to greet me.
Caught off guard, I try to reason with him. “Oh, um, I thought perhaps Taevin’s curfew would be pushed back a bit considering it’s senior prom, and I don’t know if Taevin told you, but my school’s dance doesn’t get over until ten thirty.”
“You’re lucky I’m even allowing her to go. I thought for sure when her school refused to let you attend hers, that it’d mean I’d be able to avoid her going to a prom with you. But it seems like public schools will let anyone through their doors.”
I don’t say it out loud, but considering my high school’s prom is in a local hotel’s ballroom, yeah, I think we’re a little more lenient than Taevin’s private, Christian school. Instead I say, “I’m thankful we’re able to experience this milestone together, though I would’ve gladly gone to her school’s prom over my own so Tae could dance with her friends.”
He grunts and I’m not sure if he’s agreeing or just mocking me. “Well, it seems she’s made friends with some of yours,” he notes dryly.
“She has—my best friend Carson’s twin sister, McKenna, and her best friend Katie have adopted her into their group. They’ll both be with us tonight.”
Pastor Gray simply grunts, again, in reply.
“So, um, may I come in?” I ask him, shuffling side to side on my feet. My collar feels like it pulls even tighter as he stares me down for what feels like a full minute before he steps back and waves me inside.
Walking into the entryway of their home, I take in the interior, having never been inside until just now. All of our dates thus far—at least since she told her father about us—have ended with me walking Taevin to her front door and telling her good night after thoroughly kissing her in my car seconds before.
The entryway consists of a den with glass-paned french doors to the right, and a staircase on the left side, and a hallway in between. All of the walls are filled with dozens of pictures of a young Taevin, making me wish we had more time for me to look at them all. Dark wood floors run the length of the hallway, but the den and the steps share the same dark burgundy carpet that reminds me of that in theHome Alonehouse.
What I’d give to have Taevin home alone with me for a few hours, let alone a few days.
I must have a dumb smile on my face because Pastor Gray turns to me, and almost as if he read my mind, grumbles, “Wipe that smile off your face. This is the first and last time you’ll be invited into my home.”
