At one point, I overheard my parents refer to him as a “genetic stain” on our family.
As I walked down the aisle that day, I truly believed their ashamed expressions would be the worst thing I’d endure.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
At the reception, my father grabbed the microphone, already grinning to himself.
“To the newlyweds!” he announced. “May their future children actually be tall enough to reach the dinner table!”
A few guests let out uncomfortable laughs.
My cheeks burned. I wanted to disappear beneath the tablecloth.
But Jordan simply squeezed my hand and murmured, “Don’t let it bother you.”
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