“So you’re…”

“Yes!” the bride answered with stars in her eyes.

“That’s why you wanted us to get married so fast?” wondered the groom.

“I wanted to make sure you’ll be there for me.”

“I’m the happiest man in the world.”

He kissed her and put his hand on her stomach.

“How long?” he asked.

“I just found out about it. That’s why it doesn’t really show” she lied. “But don’t worry, you’ll see it grow pretty soon.”

“So, it will be born around…”

“February. Like my mother.”

“Oh, that’s kind of early. I was thinking April, even May.”

“That’s what the doctor said. We’ve always had premature babies in the family.”

That day, she walked down the alley to marry a man who would always be there for her, no matter what, forgetting the one who had ran away before him.