Spreading the News

Dinner with the parents was great. We had agreed on Saturday night for dinner, and our parents were meeting us at the restaurant. When we arrived both our parents were already there. Did I mention, this was the first time they were actually meeting? Well, yeah, I was a little nervous to say the least.

Much to my amusement, our parents where chatting away like old friends by the time we arrived. They had both apparently gotten there super early and ran into each other at the bar. Aaron's mom actually went up to my mom to ask her if they were my parents, apparently my mom and I look identical. Anyways, once they introduced themselves and they started chatting both dads found a common love of bourbon. By the time we got there they had a couple drinks in them and happy as can be.

We hugged everyone, chatted a bit, and soon we were ordering. Half way through the meal I felt Aaron's hand on my leg. He gave me a look that said, "I think it's time to tell them." I took the lead and cleared my throat before I began to talk. I had kept my hand concealed most of the night so they hadn't seen the ring. Or perhaps, they had and were waiting for us to say something (which I think is the more likely one).

"Mom, dad, 'Aaron's parents'. We have something we want to tell you guys. We...," before I could get anything else out Aaron grabbed my hand raised it up from under the table and with a huge grin on his blurted out, "I asked her to marry me and she said 'yes'".

The mom's started to tear up. My mom immediately got up and came over to me to hug me and whimpered something about her little girl growing up. My dad shook Aaron's hand and then pulled him into a hug. His mom came over and hugged me so tight I thought I would stop breathing, and his dad enveloped me along with his mom into a hug.

When everyone finally returned to their seats, Aaron's dad called the waiter over and ordered champagne for everyone in the restaurant. He stood up and proudly declared, "My son is getting married!" My dad not wanting to feel left out, also stood out and yelled out, "To my daughter!" The restaurant exploded into laughter and applause, and I could feel my face growing hot.

The rest of dinner went by without any cheering or buying rounds of drinks for the restaurant. The mom's were full of questions. When? Where? Colors? Church? I laughed because we had not had enough time to discuss all these things, but we did tell them that we were waiting until we graduated and took the bar exam. Our parents were so proud at that moment they were beaming.

We finished dinner had more wine to celebrate and finally said goodnight to our parents. We went home, walking hand in hand. I was completely content with my life. I let out a sigh of relief and for a moment everything felt perfect. Too bad the moment was short lived.