No. I needed to be sure first.
So instead, I made an appointment for an ultrasound, telling Ronald I had a dental cleaning. The lie felt sour on my tongue, but I convinced myself that the end would justify the means.
At the hospital, the technician’s wand glided over my belly. I held my breath, heart pounding.
“There,” she said, pointing to the screen. “See that flutter?”
I squinted, my eyes searching the shifting shapes until I saw it—a tiny, rapid pulse. A heartbeat. My baby’s heartbeat.
Tears blurred my vision. It was happening. After everything, it was finally happening.
I left the hospital in a daze, my hand resting protectively on my stomach. I couldn’t wait to tell Ronald. Maybe I’d wrap up the ultrasound picture, surprise him with a candlelit dinner. I imagined his face lighting up with joy, imagined his arms wrapping around me, holding me close.
But then, as I rounded the corner, my world cme crashing down.
There, in the hospital corridor, stood Ronald. My Ronald. But he wasn’t alone.
A young, very pregnant woman stood with him, her swollen belly resting against his hands as he cupped it tenderly. He smiled at her, that soft, loving smile that I knew so well. The one that had always been reserved for me.
My heart stopped.
My breath caught in my throat.
My hands went cold.
I ducked behind a vending machine, my pulse pounding in my ears. Who was she? What was he doing here?
The woman said something, and Ronald laughed—a real, warm laugh. He brushed a strand of hair from her face before guiding her toward the exit. I stood frozen, disbelief and nausea twisting inside me.
Then, as they walked toward the parking lot, I did something I never thought I would do.
I followed them.
I ordered an Uber, my voice shaky as I told the driver, “Follow that blue sedan.”
It felt ridiculous, like something out of a bad movie, but I didn’t care. I needed to know the truth.
Ronald’s car pulled into the driveway of a small, unfamiliar house. The young woman stepped out, and he was at her side instantly, his hand lingering on her back as he led her to the door.
I had seen enough.
I climbed out of the Uber and marched up the driveway, anger and heartbreak propelling me forward. My knuckles rapped against the door before I had time to think.
The door opened, and there stood Ronald.
His face drained of color.
“Carol?” His voice cracked. “What are you doing here?”
I pushed past him into the house.
“I think that’s my question, Ronald.”
The pregnant woman stood in the living room, one hand protectively cradling her belly. She was young, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, with bright eyes that widened when she saw me.
“You’re Carol!?” she exclaimed, then—to my utter shock—she beamed and rushed forward, wrapping her arms around me in a hug.
I stood there, stiff, my brain struggling to make sense of what was happening.
She pulled back, her excitement unwavering. “Oh my God, I’ve been dying to meet you!”
Ronald rubbed his face, sighing heavily. “Carol, please, just—let me explain.”
“You better explain,” I hissed, my heart pounding.
The young woman, still smiling, gestured toward the couch. “Sit, please. I’ll make tea. This is such a special moment!”
“Special?” I repeated in disbelief, shooting a glare at Ronald. “Who is she, Ronald? And why do you look like a doting father-to-be?”
Ronald took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Carol… this is Anna. My daughter.”
Silence.
The words hit me like a punch to the gut.
“Excuse me?”
“I never knew,” he said quickly. “Before you and I met, her mother and I had a brief relationship. She never told me she was pregnant. I found out a few months ago when Anna’s mother passed away.”
I turned to Anna, who nodded. “I found my dad’s name on my birth certificate. I didn’t have anyone else, so I reached out. And now…” She gestured to her belly, “he’s going to be a grandfather.”
I sank onto the couch. “All those late nights at work… you weren’t lying?”
“No,” Ronald said gently. “I was trying to get to know my daughter. I was trying to figure out how to introduce you two without overwhelming you.”
I looked at Anna. Really looked at her. And suddenly, I saw it—the same warm brown eyes as Ronald. The same dimple in her cheek.
“Oh my God,” I murmured.
Anna grinned. “Surprise!”
I laughed, a mix of relief and lingering disbelief bubbling out of me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Ronald said, squeezing my hand. “I just didn’t know how.”
“I thought you were having an affair,” I admitted.
Anna gasped. “Dad!” She turned to him, smacking his arm playfully. “No wonder she was spying on us!”
“Spying?” Ronald gaped at me.
“She followed us in an Uber,” Anna whispered conspiratorially.
Ronald groaned, but Anna laughed. “This is amazing. I can’t wait to tell my baby how his grandmother stalked his grandfather and step-aunt because she thought she was being cheated on.”
“Grandmother?” I echoed, my eyes widening.
Anna wiggled her eyebrows. “You are about to have a grandchild.”
I let out a breathless laugh. “I… I hadn’t even thought about that.”
“Better get used to it,” Ronald said, lacing his fingers through mine.
As I sat there, my world no longer crumbling but shifting into something new, I realized how close I had come to losing everything. But instead of heartbreak, I had found family.
“Alright,” Anna said, clapping her hands. “So, now that we’ve cleared things up—who wants to go baby shopping? We have to get matching onesies for the babies. It’s a must.”
Ronald groaned. I laughed. And just like that, our family—an unexpected, tangled web of past and present—found a new beginning.