The Scrapbook
Our Wedding Day
May 22, 1985
We posed for this picture at the top of the Naval Academy Chapel steps, and a second one, with a kiss, underneath the arch of swords.Then one more at the bottom of the steps, with Mack's friends in a double row behind us, swords still raised—six handsome men wearing brilliant white.
In Celia's opinion,her new husband outshone them all. The high–collared dress uniform dramatized Mack's dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and tanned skin.
Standing next to her groom, she felt like a sparrow perched beside an eagle.A pregnant sparrow.
She'd broken the news six weeks ago, while they'd waited for pizza during their usual Saturday night date. Mack had stared at her as if she'd sprouted two heads. "You're…pregnant?"
Celia nodded."The baby's due in November.Around Thanksgiving."
"But…" He raked a hand through his hair, and the diamond in his USNA class ring flashed fire under the restaurant lights."Are you sure…?"
Why wouldn't he hope she was mistaken? She had, herself, until the third test—like the first two—came up positive."Yes, I'm sure."
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