would you marry my son

As Kael and I stepped into the dining room, I immediately noticed Mrs. Logan seated beside her husband. Her warm smile greeted me, and I felt a small sense of relief. She had always been kind to me since we met, and today was no different.

“Good morning, Sophia,” Mrs. Logan said kindly. “You’re glowing today.”

“Good morning, ma’am,” I replied softly, returning her smile.

Mr. Logan nodded at us, his expression neutral but observant. “Good morning,” he said, his voice steady as he gestured for us to sit.

Kael pulled out a chair for me before sitting down next to me. Breakfast was served quickly, and for a while, the table was quiet except for the sounds of utensils against plates. But the peace didn’t last long.

“Kael,” Mrs. Logan began, her tone light but with purpose, “your father and I were discussing something important this morning.”

Kael sighed, already knowing where this was going. “Mother,” he said with a hint of warning in his voice, but Mrs. Logan continued as if she hadn’t heard him.

“You’re not getting any younger,” she said firmly. “It’s time you thought about marriage. We’ve been very patient.”

Kael set his fork down, his expression tense. “I’m not in a hurry to settle down, and we’ve had this conversation before.”

Mrs. Logan leaned forward, her gaze soft but determined. “I just want what’s best for you, Kael. And you know I’ve always liked Sophia. She’s kind, smart, and exactly the type of woman you need by your side.”

My cheeks flushed, and I lowered my gaze, feeling the weight of her words. Kael’s hand found mine under the table, giving it a light squeeze.

“Mom, this isn’t something I’m going to rush into,” Kael said firmly.

“Kael,” Mr. Logan interjected, his tone calm but commanding. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about the family. You have responsibilities now, and part of that is ensuring the legacy continues. A strong marriage is part of that.”

Kael ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “I’m doing fine handling the company, Dad. Marriage doesn’t need to be part of the equation right now.”

Mrs. Logan sighed but smiled gently. “We’re not saying you have to do it tomorrow. We’re just saying it’s time to start thinking seriously. Sophia, dear, what do you think?”

I blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond. “I... I think marriage is a big step, ma’am,” I said hesitantly, choosing my words carefully. “It’s not something to rush into.”

Mrs. Logan nodded, her smile growing. “I couldn’t agree more. But when the right person is in front of you, sometimes waiting isn’t necessary.”

Before I could reply, Mr. Logan’s sharp voice cut in. “Sophia, would you love to marry our son?”

My heart skipped a beat, and I froze, completely unprepared for the question. My eyes darted to Kael, who looked just as caught off guard as I was.

“I… I…” I stammered, my cheeks burning.

Kael sat up straighter, his voice firm as he addressed his father. “That’s enough, Dad. Sophia doesn’t have to answer that.”

Mr. Logan raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on his face. “It’s just a question, son. Nothing wrong with asking.”

Mrs. Logan placed a hand on her husband’s arm, giving him a look of mild disapproval. “Let’s not pressure her,” she said softly.

Kael’s hand tightened on mine under the table, and he gave me a small, reassuring glance. “We’ll handle things in our own time,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The tension lingered for a moment before Mrs. Logan shifted the conversation to a lighter topic. But I couldn’t shake the weight of the question or the way Kael had stepped in to protect me. As the breakfast continued, I realized that this was just the beginning of a much larger conversation we would have to face.

After breakfast, Kael excused himself, leaving me alone for a while. As I tried to slip away quietly, Mrs. Logan called me into the sitting room.

“Sophia,” she said, her voice soft yet firm, “come sit with me for a moment.”

I hesitated but obeyed, sitting on the edge of the couch across from her. She looked at me warmly, her kind eyes studying me carefully.

“You might be wondering why you’re being treated differently now,” she began, her tone gentle but direct. “It’s because I see something in you, Sophia. My son cares about you deeply, and I can tell it’s not just for the moment.”

I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond, but Mrs. Logan continued without waiting for me to speak.

“Before you laid with him, I could tell you were still pure,” she said plainly, her words making my cheeks flush with heat. “Such innocence is rare, Sophia. And it tells me you are a woman of worth—someone who could truly be my son’s wife.”

My heart raced, and I looked down at my hands, feeling overwhelmed.

“I’m giving you my approval, Sophia,” she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. “You are young, vibrant, and full of potential. You’ll make good babies one day, strong and healthy children who will carry on the family’s name.”

I looked up at her, my mouth dry, but she smiled warmly, leaning forward to place a hand over mine.

“Don’t feel pressured,” she said gently. “But know that you have my blessing, and I’ll always support you if this is the path you choose.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and I nodded slowly, unable to find the right words to respond.

“Thank you, Mrs. Logan,” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

She smiled again, patting my hand before standing. “Go get some rest, dear. You’ve had quite the day.”

I stood and left the room, my thoughts spinning. Her approval felt like a weight and a gift at the same time. As I walked back to my room, I realized how much things were starting to change—and how big the decisions ahead of me truly were.