A Story – part 28

The next three months passed in a happy whirl. Theresa and I really getting to know each other. Our first fight ended with both of us crying because we upset the other, and promising each other we’d be kinder to each other and listen more.  After that disagreements began to turn into discussions to find a solution rather than either taking a stance of being the only one who was right.

Mostly though we enjoyed being together, doing things and sharing a lot. We were happy being together.

We went every few weekends to visit her friends in her home city, and they all told me they had never seen her so happy. They all accepted us quite naturally. My few friends in the capital seemed a little more reserved at first, but after a while they accepted us and enjoyed our company.  I realised that with Philip I had been cut off from my friends, he seemed disinterested in my friends, preferring us to spend time with his friends or be alone.

After two months we went to see Theresa’s parents.  They were obviously a little surprised at first, but then seemed to decide that if this is what makes Theresa happy, they’d support us.  When we told them about the baby (keeping the father’s identity secret) they started to talk eagerly about the baby, about becoming grandparents.  They even contacted a lawyer to see if Theresa could adopt the baby, making us both parents.  Something we hadn’t thought of, and were very grateful for. That posed a bit of a problem, as the baby’s father needed to give consent in my country where we planned to have the baby, but not in hers.

We spent quite a lot of time talking to Theresa’s parents about what makes their marriage strong, looking for lessons we could apply to making our relationship better.

A few weeks later we went to see my parents. I hadn’t known how to tell them about all that had happened in my life.

When we arrived, my mother took one look at me and said “You’re pregnant, you are glowing with happiness.”

She seemed a bit surprised that Theresa had accompanied me. She obviously thought the father would come to meet them and ask their permission to marry me.

When my father returned home from a walk, he too noticed the changes in me.  After a while of chatting about my health, my father broached the subject of the father.

I said ”he doesn’t know about the baby, and that’s the way I want it”.  My mother said, “then you had better come home to live with us, we’ll take care of you both”.

Theresa started in slowly “That’s why I came to meet you. Lisa and I are in love and plan to raise the baby between us.”

At first I thought my father would shout and my mother cry.  But they looked at each other, with that non-verbal communication parents have and said “will you two please go for a walk, we need to discuss this”.  So we went for a walk around the village.  I was impressed to notice how some older buildings had been repaired and now seemed to be in use.

Theresa said, “that’s my biggest customer here, the one I’m doing the marketing for.  But we have only met the owner in the capital.”

We walked on, holding hands, until outside a restaurant I saw Philip’s car.  I wondered what on earth he could be doing here, and then realised I just wanted to get away from him. I said, “Let’s go back home”. So we turned round and walked back, taking the back roads.

When we got in, my parents surprised me by holding out their arms to us both and saying, “If that’s what’s making you so happy, happy as we have never before seen you, then that’s what will happen.  But we still want you to have the baby here and not in the big city.”

We all decided there was a lot of time to make these decisions. We explained what Theresa’s parents had found out for us. We invited them to visit us in a few weeks.

We sat chatting and when my mother took up her handwork (she was embroidering pillowcases for me), Theresa went and sat next to her and started discussing embroidery with some knowledge. My father and I went to the kitchen to make coffee and have a little chat.

When I got back to the sitting room with the coffee, my mother smiled up at me “This is like having two daughters” she said. Theresa smiled too.

By the time we left, we were all smiling and happy. The only thing my mother said was “Don’t wait so long between visits in future”.

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