didn’t want to ruin things after they found out she was pregnant. Now, the guilt was eating her alive. “I don’t want to start motherhood with secrets,” she said. I reassured her. “He’ll understand. I’ll help however you need—but you do need to tell him.” The next evening, she did. Mateo was shocked, but calm. He pulled her into a hug, holding both her and the baby close. “We’re a family,”
he told me later. “That’s what matters.” When we left the hospital, our little crew of firefighter dads lined up with car seats and grins. And I realized—one text didn’t break us. It made us stronger. Fatherhood, like firefighting, comes with surprises. But honesty, love, and showing up? That’s how you weather any fire.