“We aren’t married, so we don’t wear wedding rings.” “But you live together. And all my friends’ aunts and uncles that live together are married,” she says, trying to understand. “Uncle Lonan and I are just friends.” My eyebrows shoot up. Excuse me? “Do you want to get married?” Maddie asks. “Someday,” I respond, keeping my gaze fixed on my future bride. Bridget clears her throat. “Are the chicken nuggets ready to go in now?” “Nice segue. You and I will talk about this later.”
