When I pulled into the driveway after work, I stopped in disbelief. A stroller sat on our lawn, tied with a ribbon and filled with yellow lilies—my favorite flowers. My heart skipped. My husband Arthur had never wanted kids. “Let’s travel the world, Vic. No diapers, no strollers,” he once said.
So I never told him the truth: I couldn’t have children. I buried that secret deep, convincing myself it didn’t matter because he didn’t want them anyway. But this stroller… it was saying something different.
Tucked inside, beneath a soft blanket, was a handwritten note: “I’m ready, Vic. Let’s start trying for a baby. I love you.” Arthur’s words hit me like a wave—sweet, hopeful, and heartbreaking.
Tears blurred my vision. This moment should have felt like a dream. Instead, I was drowning in guilt. My secret, hidden for years, was about to come out.
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