I came home with our baby’s ultrasound in my hand—and found my husband hurriedly pulling on his pants while my best friend hid behind my maternity coats.

messages, call the whole thing a misunderstanding, and get their story straight before I could even reach Owen.

My only advantage was that they thought I knew nothing.

I laid a hand over my stomach.

“I feel light-headed,” I said. “Could you get me some water?”

Relief washed across Damon’s face.

“Of course.”

He turned toward the bathroom.

Keeping my phone continue reading …