I turned around. It was Micah. He must’ve already gotten their license. He had the kid in one arm and was holding Lana’s hand with the other. Picture-perfect little family.
He came up to me, looking irritated. “Why are you still here?”
“I’m waiting for someone,” I said honestly. “To get a marriage certificate with.”
He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be sarcastic. I already told you—I only just found out about the kid. Don’t you understand?”
I nodded. “I understand.”
Micah stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Then please, just go home. I don’t want to cause a scene in front of the child.”
I brushed his hand off my arm. “I’m serious. I’m actually waiting for someone—to get married.”
His face darkened. “Riley, this is your last warning. Keep acting like this and I swear, I’ll start to really hate you.”
Lana stepped forward with a sweet, concerned look on her face. “Are you upset because you didn’t get your marriage certificate, Riley?” she asked gently.
She pulled hers from her bag and held it out. “Here. Take a photo with mine. The covers are all the same—no one will know it’s not yours unless they open it.”
I didn’t take it. The booklet dropped to the ground.