The day after I gave birth was supposed to be full of joy. Instead, my husband, with everyone still celebrating in the living room, pulled me aside. He had a serious look in his eyes that made my heart race. I thought I knew him well, but I was wrong. Right there, in that hushed hospital room, he spoke words I never expected to hear. What he revealed left me stunned, and suddenly, everything seemed uncertain.
We left the hospital with our little bundle of joy, Ethan, snugly secured in his car seat. Driving home, I glanced over at Jake, who was unusually quiet. 'Is everything okay?' I asked. Jake nodded, giving me a faint smile, but something felt off. I pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the soft coos coming from the backseat, hoping that this unease would pass.
Once home, the living room was alive with laughter and chatter. Friends and family passed around cake and reminisced about our childhood days. I tried to savor each moment, watching as their eyes lit up with joy. Little Ethan, unaware of the fuss, slept peacefully in his bassinet. Though surrounded by love, a nagging feeling lingered, one I couldn’t quite shake off.
Jake's mom, Linda, cradled Ethan, her eyes glistening with happiness. 'He has your eyes,' she marveled, passing him back to Jake's dad, who couldn't stop taking photos. 'He's perfect,' they exclaimed, capturing each little expression Ethan made. Despite the warmth of the room, a chill settled over me, sensing that something deeper was on Jake's mind, lurking beneath the surface.