“We have to go now,” Caleb’s man repeats.

Maeve holds her palms out.

I hesitate however hand my son to her.

We stroll by the mansion, down the staircase, and each step appears like I am approaching my dying. We step exterior, get into the limo, and I take my son from Maeve.

The driving force heads towards the church. It is the one all of the heads of the O’Learys are married in. It is the place the place ladies have been pressured to say vows. It is a constructing I by no means wished to step foot in, within the place I discover myself. Immediately I must willingly say vows and do what I can to maintain my son.

The journey goes too rapidly. At each site visitors mild, I’ll it to show crimson, however it would not. I am quickly standing exterior the church.

I hand Maeve my son, warning, “Ya higher care for him.”

“I’ll,” she confidently declares, then provides, “Cease worrying, please.”

Cease worrying? I am going to by no means cease worrying, I say to myself, obvious at her.

We stroll aspect by aspect into the church, and I swallow bile, feeling sick, making an attempt to deal with my son. The second we get inside, music begins to play.

Maeve’s ordered to go to the entrance of the church and sit in a pew. The doorways shut, and she or he disappears with my child.

Anxiousness spins to the depths of my soul. I blink arduous to not cry.

When the doorways open once more, I step previous them and cringe.

There are solely six folks in attendance. Caleb, his two brothers, Maeve, my child, and the priest.

I swallow arduous, and my knees wobble as “The Wedding ceremony March” performs. By some means, I drive myself down the aisle, making an attempt to remain assured and preserve my eyes locked on Caleb’s so I do not upset him. He is warned me too many instances that if I do something to embarrass him, my son pays the value.

Once I attain the entrance, he takes my palms, and the sick feeling in my abdomen grows. I do know what’s to return later tonight, which provides to my panic and worry.

My son begins to whine, and Caleb turns, taking pictures him a unclean look. He orders Maeve, “Shut him up!”

I flip as nicely, and a tear escapes. I wipe it earlier than Caleb sees it.

Maeve holds my son near her, cooing, making an attempt to shush him.

I provide, “He is most likely hungry.”

Caleb snarls, “Did not ya feed him earlier than ya got here?”

“Sure, however he is rising.”

Caleb glowers at me.

The priest clears his throat. “Are we prepared to start?”

Caleb turns to him. “Aye. Ya could.”

The tremor in my palms grows worse, despite the fact that Caleb squeezes them tighter. I barely hear the priest or Caleb as he says his vows. I watch his mouth forming the phrases, however the whole lot appears like I am in a tunnel, and I do not understand how I am going to repeat the identical issues to him.

It comes time for my vows, and the priest touches my shoulder. “Lauren?”

I snap out of it. “Sure, I am prepared,” I assert, not desirous to hurt my child, figuring out there is not any getting out of this. So I stand taller, straightening my shoulders, lifting my chin, and specializing in the priest.

He booms, “Repeat after me. I, Lauren Byrne, take you, Caleb O’Leary…”

My voice comes out barely audible as I repeat the phrases.

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