I Came Home Early from a Work Trip and Found My Husband Asleep with a Newborn Baby – the Truth Was Breathtaking

But the night before I left, I walked into the kitchen and caught him hunched over his phone. He jumped when I came in, shoving his phone into his pocket with a wince.

“Work isn’t a bad thing.

It’s what pays for all the infertility treatments anyway.”

“Everything okay, honey?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling too quickly. “I’m just looking at some last-minute Christmas deals. You never know what’s out there…”

“Anything good?”

“Not really,” he said, pausing for a moment. “Just some fuzzy socks. For you.”

I laughed, but something inside me didn’t.

“Just some fuzzy socks. For you.”

But that wasn’t all. When I walked into the kitchen, I caught the reflection of Mark’s phone in the microwave door behind him. I’d seen what looked like a webpage filled with baby carriers.

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I told myself it was nothing, just nerves. The holidays had always made us a little fragile. We’d always imagined filling up stockings with baby memorabilia and too much chocolate.

While preparing for my trip, I noticed little things. Mark kept stepping outside to take phone calls, even though it was below freezing. He’d throw on his jacket and slip through the back door, muttering under his breath.

The holidays had always made us a little fragile.

“Just work stuff; be in soon, Tals.”

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