Patricia’s eyes darted toward Leo. “Get that boy out of here. He’s scaring the children.”
I blinked in disbelief. “Excuse me?”
“He can’t be in the pictures with our daughter,” Gerald added sharply. “He’ll ruin them. Jack, do the right thing—send him away.”
The words hit me like a blow. My nephew, clutching the rings with pride, reduced to an obstacle in their vision of perfection. I shook my head. “He’s my nephew. He belongs here.”
Patricia’s lips thinned. “Either he leaves, or we do.”
My fists clenched, but before I could respond, Leo tugged gently at my sleeve, eyes wide with hurt. “Uncle Jack… did I do something wrong?”
My heart broke. Kneeling, I looked him in the eye. “No, buddy. You did nothing wrong. You’re perfect.” I hugged him tightly, shielding him from their glares.
I straightened and faced Emily’s parents. “He stays,” I said firmly.
Emily, who had stopped midway down the aisle, stepped forward, her voice clear and strong. “Are you asking my fiancé to remove a child?” Murmurs rippled through the chapel. Patricia flushed, Gerald stiffened.
“You care more about appearances than about what truly matters,” Emily said, walking to my side. “If you can’t see that he is family, you have no place here. Please leave.”
The chapel fell silent. Patricia sputtered, Gerald protested, but they ultimately stormed out, their faces red with frustration.
Emily crouched beside Leo. “Want to walk your uncle back to the altar with me? Let’s start over.”
Leo wiped his eyes and smiled bravely. “Let’s do it!”
The music began again. This time, Emily’s walk was uninterrupted. Hand in hand, with Leo proudly beside us holding the rings, we continued the ceremony. The moment felt even more meaningful, charged with the strength of family and loyalty.
At the reception, Sophie embraced Emily, tears streaming down her face. Leo appeared in nearly every photograph, smiling and playing freely with the other children, accepted and joyful. When Emily and I took the dance floor, I held her close.
“Thank you for choosing us,” I whispered.
“Always,” she answered, eyes shining.
Leo ran to join us, and of course, we said yes. Hand in hand, the three of us twirled across the floor, laughter filling the room. Soon, family and friends joined, until the dance floor was alive with joy and celebration. That night, our wedding became a true reflection of what matters most: love, compassion, and chosen family.
Looking around, I realized something vital: we didn’t need approval from anyone else. We had everyone who truly mattered with us, and that was the real beginning of our marriage.
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