It should have been the best day of our life, but I had let doubt creep in and wreck it. I returned to the room with the findings in my palm like a lifeline.
When I answered the door, Stephanie gazed up at me with optimism that I didn’t deserve. I walked across the room in three quick strides and held the paper out to her.
Her hands were shaking as she read, and suddenly she broke down, tears streaming down her face in relief. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled, my voice full of passion. I’m sorry I had misgivings about you.
She pulled me in and placed our kid between us with a disdainful gesture. “We’ll be fine now,” she whispered. As I held them both,
I made a solemn pledge to defend my family no matter what happened to us or who attempted to split us apart. I would never again let my wife and my kid be separated by uncertainty or criticism.
