Nothing to celebrate

“Can we not tell my mother and father about this? Not yet at least,” I held the papers in my shaky hands.

My father would never approve of what I was doing. When James and I announced that we would be getting married, my father was elated. My mother even more so.

Their status in the world was always a top priority. They wanted Chris and I to be in the spotlight. We were the product of American royalty and old money.

Red Pharmaceutical was passed down from my grandfather to my father, and his father before him.

My mother was your typical housewife. Status and appearance were everything. She wanted me to follow in her footsteps, being a housewife to James before having a couple of his children. The future heirs to a fortune.

A Red and a Wood creating a family would be the talk of the century.

But much to her dismay, James didn’t want children. At least not with me.

“Of course. It’s not my place to tell, Rosie,” Shawn distracted me from my thoughts, “Are you sure about this