Fiction: Wedding Shower (322 words)

20 Mar

My mom was already starting to tear up, trying to hide it, but the tell-tale signs were there.  I saw my brother slip my sister a twenty as she tried not to smile too smugly.  “Mommy, come on. This is supposed to be Bette’s party.” She complained.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry.”  Mom said, wiping away a tear. “I just—you’re all so old now.  What am I going to do with myself?”

“Mom—we all moved out ages ago,” my brother pointed out, “You’re going to do the exact same thing you did with yourself before Bette got married after she gets married.”

I shared a smile with my fiancé. It was playing out the way I said it would.  My family does have their predictable moments.  Mom always got over emotional at big life events, even though my brother made an excellent point.  My sister, four years my junior, was already married and living with her husband in Boston.  Finn and I and already lived together for the past four years in San Diego, and we were just deciding now to make our relationship official. Even though my brother was still single and living in our hometown in Virginia, he’d moved out of our parents’ house years before.  Literally, the biggest change that my impending marriage was going to cause was a potential name change on my Facebook page, and a less embarrassing announcement at my mother’s church if I ended up pregnant.

But, then again, my mother wouldn’t be my mother if she didn’t make a big deal of it.  It earned my sister twenty bucks because my brother was never the smartest in his betting.  Finn was never again going to doubt my ability to predict family events.  And all of Mom’s fuss did kind of make me feel special like my wedding was really a life-changing moment.  And to be perfectly honest, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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