I thought the worst part of the night was finding out my husband had brought home a baby without warning me. Then I saw the name on her hospital bracelet, went to my mother’s house, and overheard three people I trusted discussing the secret they had all agreed to keep from me.
The first thing I noticed was how carefully Ethan was holding her.
He had one hand under the baby’s head.
The other hand was across her back as he stepped through our front door.
He moved with the kind of focus people usually have when they’re carrying something breakable.
For a second, I honestly thought I was dreaming while wide awake.
I was standing in the hallway staring at my husband and a newborn I had never seen before.
“Ethan, are you holding a baby?”
He glanced down at the baby, then back at me.
A diaper bag hung from his shoulder, and a pink blanket was tucked around the baby.
I set my mug down before I dropped it.
“Are you not going to answer me?”
“There’s been an emergency,” he said.
“What emergency?”
“Her mom had complications. She needs somewhere safe to stay tonight.”
I waited for the rest of the explanation, but none came.
“Whose baby is she?”
“I’ll explain later.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”
I actually laughed, my brain choosing laughter over panic.
“Tomorrow?”
“Please, let it go.”
The baby made a soft, restless sound.
Ethan immediately adjusted her against his chest.
“You’re okay,” he whispered.
Then he walked past me into the kitchen.
I followed.
He set the diaper bag on the counter, unzipped it, and reached inside without hesitation.
His hand came out with a container of formula.
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