I sat on the edge of our bed, staring at the small, lace-trimmed underwear in my hands. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t even my size. My chest felt tight, my breath shallow.

This pregnancy had been hard enough—morning sickness that lasted all day, swollen feet, constant fatigue—but what hurt the most was Aaron’s sudden coldness. He used to be so attentive, rubbing my feet, talking to our baby, making sure I had everything I needed. But in the past month, he had become distant, barely speaking to me, always looking at his phone, leaving the house without explanation.

At first, I chalked it up to stress. He had been working long hours, trying to prepare for the baby’s arrival. But then my best friend, Laura, dropped the idea that felt like poison in my mind.

“Some men cheat when their wives are pregnant,” she said, her voice hushed but firm. “They don’t find them attractive anymore, or they panic about fatherhood. I’ve seen it happen.”

I wanted to believe she was wrong. That Aaron would never do something like that to me. But then I found the underwear. And the unopened box of expensive perfume and makeup tucked away in his drawer.

That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing. Aaron hadn’t even come home yet. I tried calling, but he didn’t answer. The baby shifted inside me, a small reminder that I wasn’t just fighting for myself—I was fighting for us.

By morning, I had made up my mind. I needed more proof before I confronted him.

While taking out the trash, I saw something that sent a chill down my spine: receipts. Spa appointments. Two of them, scheduled for a few weeks from now. A couples’ package. My stomach twisted into knots.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. That evening, when Aaron finally walked through the door, I was waiting for him.

“We need to talk,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

He looked at me, startled, then sighed, running a hand through his hair. “What is it?”

I threw the receipts onto the table. “Who is she?”

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“Don’t lie to me, Aaron! I found the lingerie. The perfume. The makeup. And now, a spa day for two? I’m not stupid!” My voice cracked. “I’m about to have our baby, and you—”

Aaron’s eyes widened, and then, to my absolute shock, he burst out laughing.

“Are you serious?”

Tears welled in my eyes, my hands shaking. “This is funny to you?”

“No, no.” He took a deep breath, walking toward me, gently taking my hands. “Baby, you’ve got it all wrong.”

I pulled away. “Don’t patronize me.”

Aaron exhaled, rubbing his temples. “The lingerie, the perfume, the makeup… They’re for you.”

I froze. “What?”

“I know you’ve been feeling awful about yourself lately. You keep saying you don’t feel beautiful anymore. I wanted to surprise you after the baby comes, make you feel special. And the spa day—it’s a postpartum recovery package. It’s designed for new moms. I thought we could go together, just the two of us, to relax.”

I stared at him, my mind reeling. “You expect me to believe that?”

Aaron sighed, pulling his phone from his pocket. He scrolled through his messages and handed it to me. “Look.”

I hesitated before taking it. My eyes scanned through his texts with his sister, Sophia.

Aaron: Hey, do you think she’ll like this? I want her to feel good again after the baby.

Sophia: That’s really sweet! The spa day is a great idea. She’ll love it! Trust me, post-birth, she’ll need pampering.

My vision blurred. I set the phone down and covered my face with my hands.

“Oh, God…”

Aaron gently pulled me into his arms. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was distant. I wasn’t trying to. I just… I wanted to surprise you. And I’ve been nervous. I don’t know how to be a dad. I guess I’ve been freaking out a little.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks, this time from relief instead of heartbreak. “I thought I was losing you.”

Aaron kissed my forehead. “Never. I love you. And I can’t wait to meet our baby with you.”

I let out a shaky breath and nodded. “I love you too.”

That night, for the first time in weeks, I slept peacefully in my husband’s arms, knowing that despite all my fears, we were in this together.

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