It was an ordinary Tuesday evening. Nathan and I were lounging in the living room, half-watching television and half-dozing, when the phone rang.
“Mom, Dad, I’ve got some big news!” Xavier announced through the phone. “I’ve met someone. Her name’s Danielle and she’s amazing. We’ve been dating for three months, and—” He paused for dramatic effect. “I proposed, and she said yes!”
For a moment, I couldn’t form a response. My brain was trying to process too many things at once. Woman. Three months. Proposed? “Wait, you’re engaged?” I asked, turning toward my husband, whose expression suggested his jaw had nearly hit the floor.
“Yup! I wanted to tell you sooner, but Danielle’s pretty shy. She wasn’t ready to meet you guys until now, but I convinced her. Can we come over this weekend for dinner?”
“Of course!” I replied, though my thoughts were already spiraling between concern and cautious excitement.
Throughout his four years at college, Xavier had never once mentioned a girlfriend. No stories, no photos, no hints. And now he was engaged after only a few months of dating? It sounded completely unbelievable.
After we ended the call, I immediately turned to my husband. “What do we know about her?” I asked Nathan while we started tidying the house ahead of the weekend. “Where does she come from? What’s her job?”
“Sweets, you heard exactly what I heard,” Nathan replied with a smile. “Maybe he’s just head over heels. Young people fall fast.”
