Lily reached the end of the aisle with tears in her eyes and our ring box pressed against her white dress.
Connor smiled at his eight-year-old daughter and bent toward her.
« Hey, bug. Are you okay? »
She looked at him, then at me.
Instead of answering, Lily opened the box.
« Hey, bug. Are you okay? »
Our wedding rings were gone.
In their place was a positive pregnancy test sealed inside a small clear bag.