Marcus paced the living room. On the couch, his mother stared into space while his father flipped a magazine. They weren’t too happy with his engagement. They preferred Jessica to Jose. Marcus, however, had decided.
“Would they like me?” José had doubted. “I’m marrying you, and I love you.” Marcus had replied every single time.
“José—weird name for a girl.” His father broke into Marcus’s thoughts. “Jecintha,” his mother responded.
Marcus paced faster.
When the doorbell rang, he ran. His transman fiancé, José, looked as smart as ever. Together they walked inside, Marcus eager to release his burden.