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

For a second, everything froze. Then I laughed—maybe cried—honestly, it felt like both. I pulled her into my arms, and we slid to the floor together like our legs had stopped working. She tucked her head beneath my chin, finally exhaling a breath she’d probably been holding for days.

“Are you okay?” I murmured, brushing her hair aside. “I mean… how do you feel?”

She stayed curled against me and nodded.

“Terrified,” she whispered. “But also… good. Fantastic.”

“It’s all going to be okay, June,” I told her, kissing her forehead. “We can do this, honey.”

“I hope so.”

“You’re going to be such a great mom, bug,” I said. “I’m serious. This is going to be one lucky kid.”

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