It started small but grew until tears were rolling down my cheeks.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Ronald said later, as we sat around Anna’s kitchen table drinking chamomile tea. She’d insisted it was better for both our babies than coffee. “I was trying to figure out how to introduce you two.
I wanted to do it right.”
“Following you in an Uber probably wasn’t the right way either,” I admitted, warming my hands on the mug.
“Are you kidding?” Anna grinned. “This is the best story ever. Wait until I tell my baby about how his grandmother thought his grandfather was cheating, but actually just found out she was going to be a grandmother herself.”
“Grandmother?” I repeated, the word feeling foreign on my tongue.
“I hadn’t even thought about that part yet.” The idea made me feel simultaneously ancient and oddly excited.
“Better get used to it,” Ronald said, reaching for my hand across the table.
His wedding ring caught the light from Anna’s kitchen window. “In two months, you’ll be a stepmother and a grandmother. And in seven months, you’ll be a mother too.”
I squeezed his hand, thinking about how differently this day could have ended.
Instead of uncovering betrayal, I’d discovered family. Instead of losing my husband, I’d gained a stepdaughter.
The morning’s fear and anger felt like a distant dream now, replaced by something warm and unexpected.
“So,” Anna said, breaking into my thoughts, “do you want to go shopping for baby stuff together? We must get at least one set of matching onesies for the babies!
I found this amazing little boutique downtown that has the cutest things.”
And just like that, I realized that family really does find a way. Sometimes it just takes a wrong assumption and a whole lot of courage to find it.
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