"Almost there, sleepyhead!" Derek told her, reaching for her hand and giving it a squeeze. Cecilia returned the squeeze and giggled.
"I guess that you're excited to be coming home after all these years," she said.
"Oh yes, my love," Derek said, slowing to turn onto a dirt and gravel road. In the whirl of their courtship and marriage, his family had been strangely absent, even after she sent them an invitation to the wedding. And then, in the middle of their honeymoon, Derek had been asked to come home so the family could meet his new wife.
"Do you think your parents will like me?" She hugged her anxiety close, a shield against possible rejection.
"Honey, I am sure that they will love you as much as I do," Derek's voice was reassuring. They rounded a corner and a dilapidated house came into view. Cecilia kept her confusion to herself; now was not the time to ask about indoor plumbing. Derek stopped the car a good ten feet in front of the shack and turned off the engine. He got out, walked around the car, and opened her door, taking her hands in his.
"Cecilia, there are things about my family that are not as they appear to be," Derek's serious tone touched her heart. She nodded. He smiled, kissed her lovingly on the forehead, and then helped her out of the car. They stood together, man and wife.
"Besides, my love," Derek added lightly as the front door opened. "We Fay don't believe in divorce. Especially not when children are involved."
Cecilia didn't remember much of the next hour.
1a : to be or come in sight
b : to show up
2: to come formally before an authoritative body
3: to have an outward aspect : seem
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