I had always believed my parents had the perfect marriage. They laughed together, danced in the kitchen, and never missed a chance to show their love. But when I moved out for college, I hadn’t seen them in months. So, when my dad called to say he was visiting the city, I was thrilled to meet him.
At his hotel, we caught up like no time had passed, but everything changed when a package arrived. Inside was a positive pregnancy test and a note asking him to meet someone at a café. My heart sank, convinced he was having an affair.That evening, I went to the café, determined to uncover the truth. To my shock, it wasn’t a mistress—it was my mom. She walked in, and my dad swept her into his arms, kissing her slightly swollen stomach. They were having another baby. All my fears melted away as I realized how wrong I had been. My parents were still deeply in love, and their happiness was undeniable. Relieved and overjoyed, I watched them, grateful for the family we were becoming.