Heather was still in the fellowship room.
She had gathered her phone and purse, but she hadn't left.
When she saw Seth and me enter, she stood.
"Is everything all right?"
I looked at Seth.
He seemed to understand that I wasn't going to speak for him.
He took a breath.
"Heather, I need to clear something up."
She looked from him to me.
"Okay."
"I told you Natalie would take care of the children starting Monday."
Heather nodded cautiously.
"Yes."
"I shouldn't have said that before talking to her."
Her face changed.
I watched the realization arrive slowly.
"But you said she'd agreed."
"I know."
"You said you'd discussed it."
Seth looked down.
"We hadn't discussed it properly."
Heather pressed her lips together.
For a moment, she looked more disappointed than angry.
Then she turned to me.
"You really didn't know?"
"No."
She sat down.
I could see her trying to work through what that meant.
Her children had no daycare arrangement for the following week.
She had made that decision because she trusted her brother.
Now she was being told the person who was supposed to care for them had never agreed.
"I am so sorry," she said.
I pulled out the chair beside her.
"You don't need to apologize for needing help."
"But I canceled their places."
"I know."
"The director told me yesterday that they'd already filled them."
I nodded.
I understood why she was worried.
I'd seen how quickly a normal day could become overwhelming with three young children.
Maddie wanted to do everything herself.
Ben needed help with nearly everything.
Owen was still so little that he needed constant attention.
Watching them for a few hours was one thing.
Being responsible for them every weekday was another.
I didn't resent the children.
I didn't resent Heather for wanting a way to manage her responsibilities.
I resented being turned into the solution without being asked.
"I wish we'd talked about this sooner," Heather said.
"So do I."
She looked at Seth.
"Why didn't you just ask her?"
He shifted in his chair.
"I thought she would agree."
Heather stared at him.
"That's not the same as asking."
"No," he said quietly. "It isn't."
The room fell silent.
I looked at him, surprised that he'd admitted it without arguing.
It didn't repair the damage.
But it was the first time he had stopped trying to explain why his decision should have been acceptable.
Heather picked up her phone and turned it over in her hands.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do now."
I wanted to offer something.
I wanted to tell her I could watch the children Monday while she worked out another arrangement.
The offer came to mind so quickly that I almost spoke before thinking.
Then I stopped.
If I offered one day, would Seth hear that as proof I'd eventually accept the entire week?
Would Heather feel she had to keep asking because I had already helped?
Would I end up back in the same position, only this time with my own words being used as evidence that I'd agreed?
I didn't want to become hard or unkind.
I also didn't want to make a promise out of guilt.
"We need to look at the options," I said. "But we need to be honest about what I can actually do."
Heather nodded.
"I understand."
Seth pulled a chair closer to the table.
"We'll help you figure it out."
I glanced at him.
He hadn't said that before.
He had simply promised my time.
Now he was beginning to speak as if the responsibility belonged to him, too.
I wanted to see whether he meant it.
"What can you do?" I asked him.
He looked surprised.
"What do you mean?"
"You said we'll help. What can you personally do to help Heather?"
He considered the question.
"I can help her look for another daycare."
"Good."
"And I can help with the cost if I need to."
Heather looked up.
"You don't have to pay for everything."
"I'm not saying I will. I'm saying we'll look at what she needs."
I watched him carefully.
That was a better answer than the one he'd given me in the hallway.
It didn't depend on me giving up my job.
It didn't assume that the children would be cared for simply because he wanted them to be.
It acknowledged that finding a solution might require time, money, and some uncomfortable conversations.
Heather rubbed her forehead.
"I don't want to cause problems between you two."
"You didn't cause this," I said.
Seth nodded.
"I made the promise. That's on me."
I looked at him.
He met my eyes briefly, then looked back at his sister.
"I should have talked to Natalie before telling you the daycare was no longer necessary."
Heather let out a slow breath.
"I thought you had."
"I know."
She sat quietly for a moment.
Then she asked, "Does this mean the wedding isn't happening?"
The question hung over the table.
Seth turned toward me.
I felt both of them waiting for an answer.
I didn't have one I could give honestly.
"I haven't decided yet," I said.
Seth looked stricken.
Heather lowered her eyes.
I could see how much the answer hurt him.
I could also feel the pressure to take it back.
I wanted to tell him that of course we would get married.
I wanted to say that one bad morning didn't erase three years.
But I couldn't promise that everything was fine when I was still trying to understand what had happened.
"I love Seth," I said. "But I need to know we can make decisions together."
Heather nodded slowly.
"You should be able to."
I appreciated that she said it.
I also knew she couldn't guarantee it.
Only Seth could show me whether he understood.
He leaned forward.
"Natalie, I know I handled this badly."
I looked at him.
"I need more than that."
"What do you need?"
The question was sincere enough that I paused.
I had spent so much of the morning trying to get him to understand what he'd done that I hadn't prepared a clear answer for what would come afterward.
I took a breath.
"I need you to stop treating my agreement as something you can assume. I need us to talk before either of us makes commitments that affect the other. And I need to know that when I say no, you won't treat it like a problem you can solve by waiting me out."
He listened without interrupting.
I continued.
"I want to help your family when I can. I want to be part of the children's lives. But I need to keep my job, and I need to be able to make decisions about my time."
He nodded.
"That's fair."
I watched him.
He hadn't said that everything would be easy.
He hadn't promised that Heather's childcare problem would disappear.
For once, he was acknowledging that I was asking for something reasonable.
Heather stood and put her phone into her purse.
"I should call the daycare director again."
She sounded tired.
I stood, too.
"If you want, we can help you make a list of places to contact."
She looked at me.
"Would you really do that?"
"Yes."
I meant it.
Helping her search for childcare was something I could offer without promising to become the childcare.
It was a boundary I could explain clearly.
It was also a practical step toward fixing a problem that had been created by a bad assumption.
Heather nodded.
"Thank you."
Seth picked up his jacket.
"We'll figure it out."
This time, I didn't object to the words.
But I didn't take them as a guarantee, either.
We walked toward the hallway together.
As we approached the church doors, the sound of the guests grew clearer.
I could hear the soft scrape of chairs and the low murmur of conversations.
My mother stood near the bridal room entrance.
When she saw me, she searched my face.
I gave her a small nod.
I hadn't solved everything.
I hadn't decided whether I could marry Seth that day.
But the truth was no longer hidden between a half-open door and a promise I hadn't made.
Heather knew.
Seth knew that I knew.
And I no longer had to carry the responsibility for a decision someone else had made.
I stopped outside the church.
Seth turned toward me.
"Can we talk privately for another minute?"
I nodded.
Heather continued toward the parking area to make her call.
My mother and Paige stayed behind.
Seth waited until we were alone.
"I don't want to lose you," he said.
The words were quiet.
For the first time all morning, he sounded less concerned about the wedding and more concerned about me.
I believed he was afraid.
I was afraid, too.
But fear wasn't the same as understanding.
"I don't want to lose what I thought we had," I said.
He swallowed.
"Can we still get through this?"
I looked at the church doors.
I thought about the vows in my notebook.
I thought about my promotion and the meeting scheduled for Monday.
I thought about the three children who needed a reliable plan.
And I thought about the man standing in front of me, who had finally begun to acknowledge that his choices had consequences.
"I don't know yet," I said.
He nodded, though it was clear he didn't like the answer.
For once, he didn't ask me to change it.
Click here to continue reading: PART 7: The Vows Were Still Waiting Inside, but I Needed to Know Whether Seth Could Respect a Boundary When It Cost Him Something
Ten Minutes Before I Became His Wife, I Heard Him Make a Promise That Could Take Away the Future I Had Worked For
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