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

He was supposed to be my person. My anchor.

The one who’d never leave.

But two days before my due date, I came home from a routine checkup to find a note on the kitchen counter. It was written on the back of a receipt in Luke’s messy handwriting:

“Babe, don’t freak out. The guys planned one last trip before I’m officially in dad mode.

You know how they get… they’ve been planning this for weeks. Mom said she’d be there with you at the hospital, so you won’t be alone. She’s actually way better at all that women’s stuff, anyway.

I’ll be back before you even know I’m gone. Love ya, L.”

I read it once. Then twice.

Then a third time, waiting for the punchline that never came.

My hands started shaking. I called his phone. Straight to voicemail.

I called again.

Voicemail.

I texted him. Nothing.

Then my phone rang, and I lunged for it, hoping it was him calling to say this was all some horrible joke. But it wasn’t Luke.

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