MAIA
Cian and I walked hand in hand toward my parents. He straightened his posture as we got closer, waves of nervousness radiating from him and I thought it was cute that my parents made him anxious. When they saw us coming, they turned to face us, and Cian gave them a heartfelt thank you for coming.
“There will be a reception, a wake,” he added, inviting them to join us. My parents, however, graciously declined. Since wakes were private gatherings intended to share memories of a departed loved one, it made sense that they would not attend. Cian's mother was unknown to them. My mate, however, had already asked me to stay, and I accepted.
I still had to ask my parents, though, and they were fine with it. Cian assured them that he would return me safely in the morning, and my parents n
