On My Wedding Night, My Father-in-Law Walked Into Our Bedroom With a Pillow—Then I Learned My Husband Had Helped Him Plan It

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Mari, just listen.”

My stomach tightened.

“Listen to what?”

“My dad’s family has this old tradition.”

Ernest dropped the pillow directly in the center of our bed.

“No reason to make it sound so dramatic.”

I looked from him to my husband.