“You never told him about me?” he asked her. “I didn’t know how,” she stammered, tears starting to glisten in her eyes. “I thought I could explain after the birth, once we were done with all of this.”
The young man cut in.
“He had the right to know, Anna. You can’t just spring this on him.”
Anna whipped her head around, turning to the young man sharply. “Eli, please.
Let me talk.”
Eli. So that was his name. I watched him, ready to explode, when Anna turned back to me, her eyes streaming now, the words tumbling out in a rush of desperate confession.
“He’s my brother. My younger brother.”
My intense, blinding jealousy and panic were suddenly overwhelmed by utter confusion. Why would she lie about her brother?
“We were estranged for years, Sean,” she explained, speaking fast. “A long, complicated story. We only reconnected about six months ago.
And… he’s sick. Terminal.”
I looked at Eli again. Just a moment ago, he had been a confident, arrogant home-wrecker in my eyes, but now I saw the shadows under his eyes and the gaunt lines of his face.
“They don’t know if he has weeks or days,” Anna whispered. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “Why lie about the due date and give birth without even telling me?”
Anna took a shuddering breath.
“Because Eli wanted to be in the delivery room,” she confessed. “And I knew you’d object. I knew you’d say it was too intimate, too much to ask, and I couldn’t let you do that.”
She looked up at me then, her expression breaking my heart even through the anger I felt.
“Because Eli always wanted to be a father, too. He loves kids, but he’ll never get the chance to start his own family.”
I understood instantly. Anna was trying to give her dying brother a glimpse of the one thing he would never experience.
Eli stepped toward me. “I just… wanted to see what being a dad felt like,” he admitted. “Just once.
Just to hold him, to be there for his arrival.”
He carefully handed the baby over. I took my son for the first time. He was mine.
All the pain, the anger, the confusion, melted away in the face of that overwhelming reality. I looked down at the soft curve of his cheek, the minuscule hand grasping at the air, and I felt the profound, earth-shaking love I’d waited years for. I looked up at Anna, still crying softly beside me, and then at Eli.
“Anna, you still should’ve told me,” I insisted, clutching my baby tighter. “About him. About everything.
This… this isn’t how we start a life together.”
She nodded, tears tracing paths down her face. “I was wrong, Sean. I was so wrong.
I was scared you’d say no, scared you’d think it was a crazy idea. And couldn’t risk losing the last chance Eli had to feel like a father, even for a minute.”
This was messy, complicated, and so far from the storybook entrance I’d imagined. But the betrayal was rooted in love, however misguided the method.
“We’re going to have a real conversation,” I stated firmly, looking first at Anna, then directly at Eli. “A full, detailed, open conversation. All of us.
And from this moment forward, I don’t want there to be any more secrets.”
Anna exhaled a long, shaky breath. “Okay, Sean. Okay.”
Eli simply nodded, his eyes fixed on the tiny life in my arms, and for the first time since I walked through those hospital doors, I saw a flicker of true peace cross his face.
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