It was at my older man’s family gathering where I discovered that his mother had been telling just about everyone about our personal business, particularly about the fact that I wanted to put off our wedding until after our baby was born. And now, Keegan’s family was making it very clear that they weren’t pleased with the decision, even though it was none of their business.
I looked Keegan dead in the eye before picking up my baby and walking out of the pavilion. His family was everywhere and because he was caught up in a conversation, he couldn’t quite get away fast enough to catch me and see what was wrong. It turns out that he knew what the hell was wrong. He knew that his family would strong-arm me into moving forward with concrete wedding plans. In fact, he was counting on it.
I walked over to a nice shade tree and got as comfortable as I could to nurse the baby. Nursing in private was difficult, because his family had virtually taken over the entire park. I forgot my nursing cover so, I just let it all hang out and if anyone was offended well, f*ck them—I was feeding my baby.
It didn’t take long before Keegan’s Aunt Lucy and Aunt Margaret came looking for the baby to coddle, and once they found me, they closed in. I could see them coming from a mile away, and could feel my entire body tensing up, as the baby had just fallen asleep. Thankfully, they walked up slowly after I signaled to them to be quiet, but they sat down and stayed with me and the baby as she suckled my breast in her sleep.
“So, I hear you two are thinking about planning a wedding very soon. Can we help you in any way? Maybe the flower arrangements or the food?” Aunt Lucy said smiling.
“The whole family is excited for you both; honestly, we aren’t trying to be pushy about your marriage. We just want to help,” Aunt Margaret said as she reached over and caressed my baby’s head. I couldn’t help but feel awkward, tense, and almost a little grossed out that she just caressed my baby’s head as it was attached to my breast, but I was expected to smile—so I did.
“Right now, I am practically a single mom, because he is working so much, I am working full-time, and frankly, I don’t have any spare energy at the end of the day to be concerned with a wedding. At this rate, I think we will just elope when we are good and ready,” I said quietly.
“Oh, you will never be forgiven if you two elope. The entire family has been waiting 40-some years for him to become a father and husband. You’re his first and it needs to be as special for him as it does for you. Don’t elope, you’ll regret it later,” Aunt Lucy responded firmly.
I ignored her comment and we continued to make small talk before we were suddenly interrupted…