Amber had almost given up on love when a spark reignited at her father’s barbecue. She met Steve, her father’s old friend, and a whirlwind romance soon led to marriage. But what began as a love story soon took an unexpected turn on their wedding night, when Amber stumbled upon a side of Steve she hadn’t seen—a secret that would change everything.
It all started on an unremarkable afternoon. As Amber pulled up to her parents’ house, she noticed the lawn filled with cars. She sighed, already preparing for some family gathering she hadn’t anticipated.
“What’s going on here?” she muttered, stepping out of her car. The smell of grilled food hit her as soon as she walked in, and her dad’s booming laugh filled the air.
Amber peered through the living room window to see the backyard crowded with people—most of them her dad’s friends from his auto repair shop. She slipped off her shoes, hoping for a quiet escape, but her dad spotted her immediately.
“Amber! Grab a drink and join us. Just some friends from work,” he shouted, flipping a burger with his usual enthusiasm.
Before she could reply, the doorbell rang. Her dad hurried to answer, muttering to himself, “That must be Steve.” He looked back at her. “You haven’t met him yet, right?”
Before Amber could respond, her dad flung open the door to reveal a tall, ruggedly handsome man with graying hair and warm eyes. As her father introduced him, Amber felt an unexpected flutter in her chest.
“Nice to meet you, Amber,” Steve said, his voice calm and steady. They shook hands, and she felt strangely self-conscious, suddenly aware of how she looked after a long drive.
Amber couldn’t help but notice him throughout the evening. Steve had a quiet, reassuring presence, listening more than he spoke and making those around him feel at ease. Their eyes met a few times, each glance pulling her in a little closer. After all she’d been through, Amber had resigned herself to a life focused on work and family, far from romance. But something about Steve made her reconsider.
When the evening ended, Amber said her goodbyes and headed to her car, only to have it sputter and die. “Great,” she muttered, contemplating going back to ask her dad for help. But before she could, Steve appeared by her window.
“Need a hand?” he asked with an easy smile, rolling up his sleeves to take a look. In a few minutes, he had the car purring back to life. Grateful, Amber thanked him, and he casually replied, “How about dinner? We can call it even.”
Surprised, Amber hesitated, doubts surfacing. But something about Steve’s gaze made her want to take a chance. “Sure, dinner sounds nice,” she said, and the rest, as they say, was history.
Six months later, Amber found herself standing in front of the mirror in her childhood bedroom, wearing a wedding dress. At 39, she’d long abandoned the fairy tale of finding “the one.” But here she was, about to marry Steve.
The wedding was intimate, just family and a few friends. As she looked into Steve’s eyes at the altar, a sense of calm washed over her. She whispered her vows, barely holding back tears, and Steve’s voice trembled with emotion as he said, “I do.”
Later, they finally returned to Steve’s house, now their home. Amber slipped into the bathroom to change, her heart full. But as she walked into the bedroom, she found Steve sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned, talking softly to someone…someone who wasn’t there.
She froze in the doorway, her heart pounding.
“I wish you could have been here today, Stace,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “It was perfect.”
Amber’s voice trembled as she called out, “Steve?”
He turned, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. “Amber, I…”
She stepped forward, the weight of his words sinking in. “Who…who were you talking to?”
Steve took a deep breath. “I was talking to Stacy. My daughter.”
Amber’s heart tightened. She knew he’d had a daughter who’d died in a car accident, but she hadn’t known about this.
“She died with her mom,” Steve continued, his voice strained. “But sometimes I talk to her. I know it sounds strange, but I feel like she’s still with me, especially today. I wanted her to know about you, about us.”
Amber’s chest felt heavy as she absorbed his words, but she didn’t feel scared or angry. She felt a deep sadness for Steve and the loss he’d been carrying alone.
Amber sat beside him, placing her hand over his. “I understand, Steve. You’re grieving. You’re not crazy.”
Steve’s face softened, his eyes vulnerable. “I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“You’re not scaring me,” Amber said, squeezing his hand. “We all carry things with us. But we’re in this together now. We can carry this together.”
Tears filled Steve’s eyes, and Amber wrapped him in a hug, feeling the weight of his pain and love. “Maybe we can talk to someone. A therapist, maybe. It doesn’t have to be just you and Stacy anymore.”
Steve nodded, his hold on her tightening. “I’ve thought about it. I just didn’t know where to start. Thank you, Amber. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”
Amber pulled back to look into his eyes, her love for him deepening. “We’ll figure it out, Steve. Together.”
As they embraced, Amber knew they weren’t perfect, but they were real, and for the first time, that felt like enough. Because, after all, love isn’t about finding someone without scars; it’s about finding someone whose scars you’re willing to share.
