Roman
I am not a fan of Nina’s mother.
As expected, she is shocked when Nina tells her we got married so suddenly, and to a man they have never met. However, based on the looks she’s been tossing in my direction throughout lunch, she is more concerned that I’m using a wheelchair than the fact her daughter married a stranger.
“Are you pregnant, Nina?” she asks casually between two bites of cake.
Next to me, Nina chokes on her wine.
“Jesus, Mom,” she says when she manages to recover. “Of course, not. We met a week ago.”
“But we are working on it,” I throw in and take Nina’s hand. “Aren’t we, love?”
Nina blinks at me, then smiles and leans in to kiss me. “We sure are.”
Nina’s father is sitting on the other side of the table, barely speaking. He’s been avoiding my gaze the whole
