My Fiancé’s Little Daughter Objected at Our Wedding, ‘Daddy, Don’t Marry Her, You Already Have a Wife’

My confusion deepened. “Dani?” I exclaimed, my voice rising slightly. “What are you doing here?”

Dani stepped forward, her own grin matching Jonathan’s as she held up a pink teddy bear.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, glancing between the two of them.

Jonathan chuckled, shaking his head as though he couldn’t believe the situation himself.

“Abigail,” he said, motioning to the bear, “meet Mrs. Fluff.”

“What?” I asked, feeling even more lost than before.

“Mrs. Fluff,” Jonathan said, glancing at Mia. “When Mia was three, she decided this teddy bear was my wife. It was this little game we used to play where she’d marry me to the bear, and we’d all laugh. I haven’t thought about it in years.”

Mia clapped her hands, delighted.

“She’s your wife, Daddy! You can’t marry Abi if you’re already married to Mrs. Fluff!”

Dani laughed, clearly trying to suppress her amusement. “Mia’s been watching prank videos on YouTube. She wanted to pull a ‘wedding surprise,’ and, well, I couldn’t resist helping her.”

The room erupted into laughter as Dani finished her explanation.

Guests who had been whispering in confusion moments earlier were now wiping tears of mirth from their eyes.

I looked at Mia, who was smiling.
“Mia,” I said, fighting the urge to both laugh and scold, “do you know how scared you made me?”

“It was funny, Abi!”

Jonathan scooped her up, shaking his head in amusement.

“Young lady,” he began. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

Mia giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Daddy, you’re not mad, are you?”

Jonathan kissed her forehead and sighed. “How can I be? But no more pranks at weddings, okay?”

“Okay,” Mia said sweetly, though the mischievous twinkle in her eyes made me wonder just how long that promise would last.

I turned to Dani, who was leaning casually against the wall, clearly enjoying the chaos she’d helped create. “Dani, you’re lucky this turned out to be funny. I’d almost started crying.”

“I know, I know,” Dani said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “Mia’s been planning this for weeks. She kept saying, ‘Daddy’s going to be so surprised!’ and I couldn’t resist. Besides, Mrs. Fluff deserved to make a comeback.”

That’s when the officiant cleared his throat.

“Shall we continue, now that the matter of the ‘first wife’ has been resolved?” he asked.

Jonathan placed Mia gently back in her seat and turned to me.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

I smiled, squeezing his hand. “Ask me again after the vows.”

The ceremony resumed, and though the day hadn’t gone exactly as planned, it was unforgettable. As we exchanged rings, I glanced at Mia, who gave me a cheeky thumbs-up from her seat.
As Jonathan and I danced later that evening, I leaned in close and whispered, “You know, this might not have been the wedding I imagined, but I think it was even better.”

He grinned, spinning me gently. “What can I say? Life with Mia is always going to be a little unpredictable.”

“And a lot of fun,” I added, as I caught sight of Mia dancing with Dani in the middle of the floor, still clutching Mrs. Fluff.