After Four Daughters, My Husband Finally Got the Son He’d Been Begging For – But When He Held Our Newborn Boy for the First Time, His Words Made My Stomach Drop
The girls were already upstairs. Lily had asked twice when Dad was coming to get us. I hadn’t known what to tell her.
“Sit down,” Diana ordered. “You look like you’re about to fall over.”
Grace had packed the banner they’d made for the baby and brought it with her. It was folded on the stairs now, one corner bent, WELCOME HOME HENRY written across it in four different colors.
“Should I save it for when Dad comes?” she’d asked.
“Elena, stop calling him.”
I’d told her yes because I couldn’t make myself explain why we weren’t going home at all.
“He won’t pick up. Look.”
I held out the screen. Three missed calls from me. One reply from Aaron:
‘I’ll have my lawyer contact you about the separation.’
Diana read it twice.
“You’re not guilty. Act like it.”
“Elena, stop calling him.”
“He’s my husband. I have to make him listen.”
“He’s not listening. That’s the whole point.” She sat down across from me and put her hand on my knee. “You keep begging, you keep looking guilty. You’re not guilty. Act like it.”
I stared at the baby.
Waiting was the worst part.
