I Almost Left My Family The Day My Baby
Our Dream
Elena and I spent years dreaming of a child. After countless disappointments, the day finally came—she looked at me with tears and whispered, “We’re having a baby.”
I promised to be the perfect father.
The Request
Weeks before her due date, Elena shocked me: “Marcus… I think I want to be alone in the delivery room.”
Doubt crept in—why wouldn’t she want me there?
The Birth
When I saw our baby, my heart sank—blond hair, blue eyes. I blurted, “You cheated.”
Elena, sobbing, whispered, “Marcus, look at her ankle.”
A tiny crescent birthmark, just like mine.
The Truth
Elena explained a rare gene caused the baby’s looks. I broke down: “I should have trusted us.”
A DNA test later confirmed what mattered all along—she was ours.
Now, every night, I kiss that birthmark, a symbol that love is trust, not appearances.
