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The Age Gap Dilemma
Lila, think it over again! pleaded her eighteenyearold mother, Margaret. Hes a proper adult! Twice your age. Whats so wonderful about being with him, dear? Please, cancel the wedding. Im sure youll realise the mistake soon only itll be too late.
Lila grew up in a flash. Her parents barely had time to blink before the clumsy little girl theyd known turned into a tall, striking young woman. Shed just celebrated her eighteenth birthday with a raucous party in their modest Surrey home, a bouquet of roses and a mountain of takeaway bags arriving on a couriers bike. When her parents asked, Whos the generous lad? Lila only flashed a mysterious grin and waved them off.
Ah, forget it! Hes just a boyfriend. Everything else, later
The parents decided not to press the issue. In hindsight, perhaps they should have.
A few months after the celebration, a quiet dinner conversation exploded into a fullblown scandal. Lila announced she was getting married. Her parents were stunned, yet their instinct to see their daughter happy was immediate, and they hurried to pledge support despite the suddenness. The euphoria, however, quickly turned to anxiety when Lila introduced her future husband. He wasnt a carefree twentysomething lad but a solid thirtyeightyearold gentlemanpractically a peer of her parents.
A heavy silence settled over the drawingroom. Margaret, fighting a smile, turned to her daughter.
Lila, love Were happy for you, but Is this man really your chosen one?
Unperturbed, Lila took the mans arm.
Mother, Father, this is Arthur. Hes my fiancé. We love each other and have decided to marry. Weve actually been together for a year, by the way!
Ian, who had been quiet until then, clenched his jaw.
Arthur, is it? Im convinced were the same age. Im thirtyeight. Do you realise youre twenty years older than our daughter?
Arthur, looking smugly selfassured, nodded.
Yes, Mr. Smith. I get it. But age is just a number when true feelings are involved. Lila and I share the same outlook and plans.
Plans?! interjected Margaret. Lila, are you certain? Youve only just turned eighteen. What kind of relationship began when you were seventeen?
Lilas brow furrowed as the discussion took a turn she didnt like.
Im not going to detail when we started dating. Weve decided to marry, and thats that.
Ian sighed heavily.
Arthur, be honestwhen Lila is thirtyeight, youll be fiftyeight. She wants a big family. Who will be carrying the weight at your age?
Arthur smiled as if the question were a joke.
Mr. Smith, Im financially secure. I have the means to provide for Lila and any children. And, if youll allow it, lets not dwell on my old age. Were talking about our happiness now.
Margaret softened her approach.
Darling, perhaps you should wait a bit? Test these feelings? Youve only just started living together properly. Why rush to the registry?
Mother, I dont want to wait, and I dont want to test anything, Lila replied firmly. I love Arthur, and he loves me. If you cant accept that, Im sorry.
Ian could take no more and rose abruptly.
This isnt haste, Arthur! It looks as if youre taking advantage of our daughters innocence and youth. An eighteenyearold doesnt see the hidden pitfalls that a twentyfiveyearold would.
Arthur kept his voice even, which only seemed to inflame the parents further.
I havent exploited anyones youth. Ive courted a fully capable adult. My feelings are genuine. I love Lila and will prove it every day. Isnt that what you want for your daughter to be loved?
Margaret tried to intervene with her husband.
Ian, calm down. No drama, please. Arthur, its just unexpected and were worried about Lilas future. Shes our only child. This is a huge responsibility.
Responsibility is fine, Im ready for it, Arthur cut in. You seem to forget that Lila herself wants this. Is your desire to keep her close more important than her own wish for a family?
Ian, fists clenched, ignored his wifes pleas.
You know what? Im thinking of going to the police filing a complaint, he blurted, immediately realising how terrible it sounded, but the emotions were already out.
Lila gasped and sprang from her seat.
Father! Have you lost your mind? How could you want to wreck my lifeand yours over some vague suspicion?
Arthur stood opposite his future fatherinlaw, maintaining a chilling composure.
Mr. Smith, I understand your anger. But if you take that step, youll lose your daughters trust forever. Im ready for any checks. I have nothing to hide. Yet I wont let baseless accusations ruin our lives. Well marry in three months.
When Arthur made his intentions crystal clear, the tension eased a little, shifting into a tentative assessment. Margaret reached for Ians hand.
Ian, sit down, please. Lila, Arthur, give us a bit of time to think. We need it to come to terms with this.
Lila smiled at her mother.
Mum, you dont need to accept anything. I just need your blessing. Only that, Mum. Everything else Arthur will sort out. Right, love?
Well have another word with Arthur in private, Ian said, staring directly at his wouldbe soninlaw. No theatrics, no tears, no melodrama. I want to know how you plan to live after the wedding. Lilas still a student she hasnt even finished her first year at university
Arthur nodded.
Im ready for a serious talk. My decision is final, and I wont back down from Lila.
Seeing the daughters unwavering resolve and Arthurs confidence, the parents realised ultimatums wouldnt help. The threat of a family rift loomed larger than the age gap.
A week later, after long, detailed conversations about Arthurs stability and Lilas future, the atmosphere lightened. They saw the man truly cared for their daughter and seemed capable of giving her a respectable life. Arthur was invited again for dinner.
Lila, we love you and want you to be happy, Margaret began, looking at her daughter. Were still a bit anxious about the future, but you love him, dont you?
We just hope you wont regret the speed of this, Ian added. Arthur, welcome to the family if you truly love our girl. But rememberwell be watching.
He smiled warmly at the young couple.
Lila threw herself into her parents arms, hugging them tightly.
Thank you! I love you both! Well be very happy, I promise.
The wedding took place three months later. Margaret and Ian, watching their daughters beaming face, sincerely hoped everything would go well.
The newlyweds lived together for six months, and Ian and Margaret had no complaints about their soninlaw. Arthur indeed carried Lila on his shoulders, indulged her whims, and lifted the financial burden from his inlaws: he paid for her tuition, bought her clothes and shoes, even purchased a modest hatchback. Lila was radiant.
Their first child arrived on Arthurs birthday. The proud grandfather could not hold back tears at the discharge. By then, Lilas parents had completely changed their opinion of the manthey now saw a reliable husband willing to move mountains for their daughter.
A second baby followed three years later. Lila had graduated, earned her degree, and Arthur supported her decision to become a stayathome mum, providing for the family fully. Ian and Arthur became close friendsage aside, they discovered many shared interests. And that, dear reader, is a rather unconventional love story.
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