My Groom Pushed Me Into the Pool During Our Wedding Reception and Started Laughing – He Didn’t Expect What I Did Next

Mom had made her pot roast, which she only ever pulled out for important occasions. Dad had worn his good shirt.

Theo leaned across the table ten minutes in, looked at both my parents, and said warmly, “I’ve heard so much about you both. Honestly, I feel like I already know the family.”

My mother laughed. “Well, that’s a good start.”

Dad’s eyes narrowed.

I was so nervous the night he met my parents.

My father was the kind of man who took his time before deciding what kind of person you were.

He’d spent 30 years as a high school principal, and that job had left him with a skill for picking up when people weren’t quite what they seemed.

So when he smiled and said, “You’re a smooth talker, son,” I braced myself.

Theo just grinned back. “Only when I mean it.”

Dad laughed.

My mother smiled and nodded slightly at me across the table.

“You’re a smooth talker, son.”

Later that night, when my parents were walking Theo to the door, Dad shook his hand.

Once Theo had left, Dad said something I’d heard maybe three times in my entire life.

“I like this one.”

Mom nudged me in the kitchen afterward. “He’s wonderful.”

I agreed.