Nico, the office delivery guy, walked in with a bright pink bread box while I was thinking. “Hi Emma, good afternoon!” “This is for you!” he said.
I became too interested to wait. Someone should send me a cake. My husband Jake worked as a baker in our town, but this wasn’t his way.
My heart sank when I opened the box. Four scary words were written in black frosting on the cake: “I am divorcing you.” The message was next to a pregnancy test that came back positive.
My world fell apart. Jake found the test I forgot to hide and now thinks I cheated on him. It was hard for us to get pregnant, which hurt our relationship.
I ran home like crazy, ready to tell them the truth. Jake walked around the living room, mad.
He yelled, “Tell me the test wasn’t yours!”
I stood still and kept my voice steady. “It’s mine, honey.” There is something you need to know before you leave, though.
Jake’s face didn’t change, but I kept talking. “This child is yours.” “You’re going to have a child!”
The room went quiet. Jake looked into my eyes with eyes full of doubt and confusion.
I told them they were wrong; he wasn’t totally unable to have children. He had oligospermia, which means he had a low number of sperm, but it wasn’t impossible.
Jake turned from anger to tears as the truth hit him. “Oh my God, Emma… I thought you cheated on me.”
Even though it hurt, I knew what he was going through. Years of fear and failed tries had worn them down.
“I’m so sorry,” Jake said in a low voice, his words filled with sorrow.
I saw hope in his eyes at that very moment. We were given a second chance by getting a baby and a future.
“We’ll figure it out,” I said in a weak voice.
We both felt the weight of our new reality as we hugged.
