My Wife Forced My 7-Months-Pregnant Daughter to Sleep on an Air Mattress on the Floor — She Never Expected How Far I’d Go to Protect My Child

Aurelia grew up, went to college, married Torren, and now carries their first child. We talk often. She lives in another city but promised her child would know their grandpa well. I set up the guest room for her visits—queen-sized bed, crib, fresh sheets. I wanted her to feel at home.

Last week, I flew overseas for work. On day five, Aurelia called to say she’d driven down to surprise me. I was thrilled, though still abroad. I told her to make herself comfortable.

What I didn’t tell her was that my meetings had ended early.

At midnight, after a 20-hour journey, I walked into my house—exhausted, wrinkled, ready for sleep. But what I saw stopped me cold.

Aurelia was curled on a thin air mattress in the hallway. Her blanket had slipped, her pregnant belly exposed. Her face was tense, even in sleep.

I dropped my suitcase. “Aurelia?” I whispered.

She stirred, eyes glassy. “Dad?” she croaked, trying to sit up.

“You’re back early,” she said, wiping her cheeks.

“Why are you out here?” I asked. “Where’s your bed?”

She hesitated. “Because of Vionna.”

My stomach twisted.

“She said there were no beds left. She and Sarelle took the rooms. Said the couch was broken. This was the only option.”

I hugged her gently. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. This isn’t right. I’ll fix it.”

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