The day began like any other: my pregnant wife kissed me goodbye as I left for work, and I told her I\u2019d cook dinner. She stayed home to get our son, Jackson, ready for school, then returned to bed with tea and a book before logging on to work.<\/p>\n
At the office, I approved marketing plans while gently thinking of baby names. Then, at 2\u202fp.m., Jackson called\u2014and texted with urgency: \u201cDad, please come home! It\u2019s about Mom! I\u2019m scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
My blood ran cold. I slipped out of a meeting, rushed to my car, and sped home, envisioning every terrible possibility. I pulled up to see my mother pale on the porch. \u201cIs Laura okay?\u201d I asked. She faltered, apologized\u2014but said Laura was fine. Instead, she revealed that Laura was cheating.<\/p>\n
My world spun. My mother had walked in while using our bathroom and found Laura with another man. She made sure he stayed until I got home. Inside, I confronted a stunned Laura and a stranger. Jackson arrived, confused and tearful. He asked, \u201cWhy did she do it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Laura apologized; I held Jackson, my heart breaking. Later, over dinner, Jackson admitted he\u2019d thought something was wrong with Mom\u2014until Grandma told him the truth.<\/p>\n
That night, Laura asked how to fix things. I asked if the baby was mine\u2014she quietly admitted she wasn\u2019t sure. She began therapy; I decided to stay until the baby was born and get a DNA test before deciding what to do next.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know what comes next\u2014but I\u2019m bracing for that test.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"