At that moment, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
I answered and put the call on speaker.
It was the doctor.
She told me that the latest test results were ready and that the pregnancy was progressing normally.
I sank into the chair and began to cry.
Victor knelt beside me.
“Forgive me. I wanted to protect you, but instead I made you feel unsafe in your own home.”
It took me a long time to calm down. I was angry that he had hidden something so important from me, but at the same time, my hand instinctively moved to my stomach.
The next day, Victor showed me the small room he had prepared.
A crib stood against the wall, and above it hung a handwritten sign:
“For our most long-awaited miracle.”
Nine months later, our daughter, Anna, was born.
From that day on, we established one rule in our home: no more secrets, even if they were meant to become happy surprises.
And every year on Anna’s birthday, we bake that same apple pie together.
Only now, Victor always takes the first bite.
