When I rushed home after my wife lied about her due date, I expected to meet my newborn. Instead, I found her walking out of the hospital with another man holding my baby — and the secret she whispered before the truth unraveled nearly broke me. All my life, I wanted to be a dad.
At 40 years old, I’d watched all my friends guide their kids through wobbly first steps, and try not to cry on the first day of school.
Man, I wanted that so badly. Sometimes, sitting alone in my quiet apartment, the desire was so intense that it felt like a genuine physical ache in my chest.
I’d almost given up hope on that dream, but then I met Anna. She was everything I thought I’d never find.
I didn’t just fall for her; I dove in headfirst and never looked back.
A year later, on a chilly night in October, I proposed. She cried and said yes. It was the second-happiest day of my life.
The happiest came six months after that.
We were curled up on the couch when she said the words that changed my life. “Sean, I’m pregnant.”
I wept with joy.
The waiting was finally over! The whole nine months felt like a blur of sheer anticipation.
I was a maniacal dad-to-be.
When she agreed to let me be in the delivery room, I thought my heart would burst right then and there. But life had other plans for my perfect picture. Two weeks before her due date, I had a mandatory business trip scheduled.
It was for a massive client — a trip I’d set up months before we even knew she was pregnant.
It was only three days, leaving her at that point made me nervous. “I can cancel,” I said.
“I want to cancel. No client is more important than this.”
Her reaction completely threw me.
She laughed.
“Babe, don’t be dramatic. You’ll be back in plenty of time. The doctor said two more weeks.” She took my face in her hands, her thumbs tracing my jawline.
“Go.
Really. Go.”
I still hesitated, but then she gave me the killer line.
She squeezed my face affectionately and said, “I promise. You won’t miss anything.”
So, I went.
On the second day of my trip, I was trapped in a meeting when my phone started buzzing.
It was Anna’s mom. My stomach did a flip-flop. Mothers-in-law never call unless it’s important, right?
I ducked out quickly, heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird.
“Sean? Are you there?” Her voice was tight and rushed.
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