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My 5-Year-Old Son Objected to My Wedding – His Reason Made Everyone Go Pale

I was in the small cottage beside the garden, surrounded by my bridesmaids. The morning of my wedding was a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. The sweet scent of flowers filled the air, and through the windows, I saw guests arriving and settling in.

My bridesmaids, dressed in soft lavender, moved around me, adjusting my hair and dress, their joy infectious. I smiled, thinking about the journey that led me here.

Tom and I had been together for three years. He entered my life when I needed him most, becoming everything I hoped for in a partner and a wonderful father figure for my five-year-old son, Ethan.

The bond between Tom and Ethan was special. They spent hours playing with toy cars, building Lego castles, and going on park adventures. Watching them together filled me with happiness.

“Mama, look at me!” Ethan’s voice brought me back to the present. I turned to see him in his tiny suit, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. He looked so grown up and handsome.

“You look so smart, Ethan,” I said, kneeling down to his level. “Are you ready to help me today?”

“Yes, Mama! I’m gonna be the best ring bearer ever!” he exclaimed, beaming. I hugged him tightly, feeling a rush of love and gratitude. This day was about more than just Tom and me; it was about our little family and the future we were building together.

The cottage door opened, and one of my bridesmaids, Kelly, peeked in. “Diana, it’s almost time. Are you ready?”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, I’m ready.”

We walked out of the cottage and into the garden. The aisle was lined with flowers, creating a beautiful path to the altar where Tom stood, waiting. The guests’ smiles and happy chatter added to the joy of the moment.

“Ethan, are you ready?” I whispered, squeezing his little hand.

“Ready, Mommy,” he replied, his eyes bright with excitement.

We walked down the aisle to soft music. I felt the guests’ warm smiles as we passed. Ethan looked adorable in his suit, and his steps were confident and proud as he held my hand.

Tom’s broad smile and shining eyes met mine as we neared the altar. My heart swelled with emotion, and a tear slipped down my cheek. Tom was the man I had always dreamed of, and today, we were making our dreams come true.

“Daddy, look at me!” Ethan called out with delight. Tom chuckled. “I see you, champ. You look so smart!”

“You sure are!” Tom replied. We were a family, and today marked a new chapter in our lives.

As we reached the altar, Tom took my hand. “You look stunning, Diana,” he whispered.

“Thank you, Tom,” I replied with a smile. “I can’t believe this is real.”

“It’s real,” he said, smiling back. “And it’s perfect.”

The officiant began leading us through our vows. “Do you, Tom, take Diana to be your wife?” the officiant asked.

“I do,” Tom replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

“And do you, Diana, take Tom to be your husband?” the officiant continued.

“I do,” I said, my voice filled with emotion.

Just as the officiant was about to pronounce us husband and wife, Ethan’s small but determined voice rang out. “I object!”

A gasp rose from the crowd. I turned to see Ethan with a serious expression. My heart skipped a beat. Why would he say that?

“Ethan, sweetheart, why do you object?” I asked, kneeling down to his level.

Ethan held up a small, worn-out rattle, his hand shaking. “Tom has another family, Mama! I heard him talking to his mommy about his daughter. Is Tom cheating on you, Mommy?”

The crowd murmured, their whispers growing louder. I felt a knot in my stomach as I turned to look at Tom. Everyone’s faces went pale, and Tom seemed as stunned as I was. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The officiant looked bewildered, glancing between us and the guests.

“Ethan, what do you mean?” I asked gently. “What did you hear?”

Ethan lowered his gaze. “I heard Tom talking to his mommy about his daughter. He said he has a daughter, but I didn’t know about her. Why didn’t he tell us, Mommy?”

I took a deep breath, trying to process what Ethan was saying. I glanced at Tom, who finally found his voice.

“Guys, I can explain,” he began, facing the crowd.

I held up my hand to stop him. “Ethan, are you sure you heard correctly?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he insisted. “Tom said he has a daughter.”

Tom took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine. The crowd was buzzing with murmurs, everyone waiting for an explanation.

“Well, Tom, I guess it’s time you told the truth,” I said.

Tom stepped forward, taking my hand. “Ethan, buddy, you heard right. There is a baby involved, but it’s not what you think,” Tom said.

A huge gasp rang out in the gathering once again. Tom scooped Ethan up and held my hand firmly.

Tom turned to face our guests. “Everyone, we’d like to announce that we’re expecting a baby. Ethan, you’re going to be a big brother!”

The collective shock turned into cheers and applause. The tension melted away, replaced by joy and excitement.

“Really? I’m going to be a big brother?” Ethan asked excitedly.

I hugged him tightly, tears of joy streaming down my face. “Yes, sweetheart, you’re going to be the best big brother ever.”

Tom joined our embrace. “Ethan, I’m sorry if we confused you. We wanted to surprise everyone today.”

Ethan’s face lit up with understanding. “We’re having a little baby?”

“That’s right, champ,” Tom said, chuckling. “We’re having a baby.”

The crowd continued to cheer, the atmosphere now filled with laughter and celebration. The officiant, smiling broadly, picked up where we left off. “Well, this is certainly a special day! Let’s continue with the ceremony.”

The vows were quickly completed, and Tom and I were pronounced husband and wife. We kissed, sealing our commitment to each other and our growing family.

Later that evening, as the sun set and the garden was bathed in a soft, golden glow, I watched Tom and Ethan play together. I felt a deep sense of happiness and contentment.

Our journey together was just beginning, and it was already filled with so much love.

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