“My Father Remarried at 60—But What Happened on His Wedding Night Left Us Speechless.”

In my father’s bedroom.

“How did that even get here?” my sister asked.

My father sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“It’s probably from the garden,” he said. “After the rain, sometimes they crawl inside looking for warmth.”

Larissa was still shaking.

“I thought… I thought it was on me,” she said quietly.

My father pulled her closer.

“You’re safe.”

For the first time since we burst into the room, he looked embarrassed.

“Well,” he said with an awkward chuckle, “that certainly wasn’t the wedding night I planned.”