My Husband Gave His Couch in the Delivery Room to My MIL and Went on a Boys’ Trip Instead – He Got a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

“Our little team’s about to become three,” he’d say, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

We made a deal early on — when the big day came, Luke would be in that delivery room with me.

No excuses. No work emergencies. And strictly no last-minute complications.

Just him, me, and the baby we’d created together.

I needed that promise more than most people would understand. I grew up in foster care, bouncing from house to house until I aged out of the system at 18.

I don’t have parents to call when things get hard.

I don’t have a mom who’ll drop everything to hold my hand through labor. And I don’t have anyone except Luke.

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