My Wife Saw Our Newborn and Screamed, ‘That’s Not My Baby!’

We talked about having kids almost from the beginning, but something always came up—June’s residency, my job, rent, timing…

It wasn’t that we didn’t want kids. We did. We were just waiting for “the right moment.” And when it finally arrived, we believed we were ready.

We believed nothing could ruin it.

But the day our daughter was born, June looked into her eyes and screamed.

She told me she was pregnant in the kitchen one morning, gripping the counter like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. I instantly knew something was wrong. Her mouth opened, then closed, her shoulders tight, her eyes shining with tears she didn’t bother to hide.

“June?” I asked, setting down my coffee. “What is it? What happened?”

She looked torn between wanting to speak and not knowing where to begin.

“I’m pregnant, Tony,” she said, her voice cracking.

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