Thirteen Years Old

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Past
Five years ago

My heart was beating hard in my chest as I walked down the aisle. My gaze fixated on him, waiting at the far side of the Church. His smile took my breath away when our eyes met. It wasn't until I saw his smile widen as he looked past me that I pulled myself back into reality.

His eyes twinkled when he spotted my mom in her white dress as she walked toward her soon-to-be husband. My gut twisted with jealousy and happiness at the same time.

She looked so beautiful that day, and I had never felt more insignificant in my life. I watched them exchange vows, and my heart sank with every word.

I didn't want him to be my new stepdad.

Over the last ten months, I had slowly started to fall for my mom's fiancé. His charming smile and soft blue eyes. The way he took an interest in my hobbies and well-being, even more so than my mom did.

How he would wake up early to make my lunches for school and ensure I didn't have to take the bus. I loved how he cared for me and his sweet praise. But he didn't look at me the way he looked at my mom, not even when I tried to be more obvious about my attraction toward him.

I was pulled from my inner crisis when I heard the dreaded words, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

My mom now had his last name, and I was officially lost, realizing I might be in love with my new stepdad.

I stared at Ian Gallager and closed my eyes in defeat. His broad shoulders and tall, dominant frame could only take place in my dreams now.

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