When I went to answer the door to my husband, Noah, the last thing I expected to see was him stood there with a baby in his arms; however that's exactly what I got.
"I'm sorry Gracie," he told me, looking at me through tired eyes, begging me to act as though this was an everyday occurrence.
"Sorry for what?" I replied calmly. What the hell was going on, what was he sorry for, for being late home from work again, for leaving me to put our children to bed without him again, or for being stood in our hallway with an uninvited baby yet to be explained.
"Thank you" was all he gave me as he went through into the front room. I didn't know what to do with myself, how is anyone meant to react in this situation. I was about to find out. My body automatically followed Noah into the front room.
"What's that?" I asked even though you would have to be an idiot to not know what it was.
"Baby, please don't get angry,"
"Tell me Noah, tell me now."
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