Two cribs.
Two blankets.
Two little heads sleeping side by side.
And now, because I had been terrified for less than an hour, strangers might divide their entire lives.
“Take me back.”
The nurse nodded immediately.
We ran.
By the time I reached the maternity floor, I was crying so hard I could barely breathe.
Brian was standing outside the room.
He looked relieved when he saw me.
“Thank God.”
I slapped him.
The sound echoed down the hallway.
His face froze.
“You knew.”
Brian’s eyes changed.
That tiny hesitation told me everything.
“You knew,” I repeated.
“I was trying to protect you.”
“Protect me?”
My voice shook.
“You let me walk into that delivery room believing everything was fine!”
“I didn’t know for certain.”
“You knew there was a possibility!”
He lowered his voice.
“You were already anxious. You couldn’t sleep. You were scared about becoming a mother. I thought if I told you—”
