On our wedding night, my husband, Scott, wanted to get intimate with me, but I turned him down, saying I was tired. He accepted understandingly and kissed me goodnight. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, I felt the bed shaking and turned to the side, only to freeze when I saw what Scott was doing in our bed.
On our wedding night, in the midst of anticipation, I was hesitating. “Scott, can we… talk for a while?” I asked, suggesting that we not get into the “action.”
Scott frowned and asked, “Talk? Now?”
Despite his frustration, I expressed my need for more conversation and rest, given the exhaustion of the day.
Scott reluctantly agreed, masking his disappointment with a soft kiss on my cheek before we went to bed. However, the tranquility of our lavender-scented suite was shattered when I woke up a few hours later.
Our bed was shaking for some reason, and it took me a while to focus my eyes enough to see Scott kneeling next to the bed, holding a baby in his arms.
“Scott?” I exclaimed confused. “What’s going on?”
He looked at me before his eyes rolled around as if thinking of an excuse, and finally he whispered, “Everly, this is Ella,” he swallowed, and my world spun as he continued. “She is my orphaned niece. My stepsister, Maya, passed away. I only found out about her a few weeks ago.”
I settled on the bed, dumbfounded. “A few weeks ago?” I repeated, frowning, as I struggled to understand how the baby had appeared in our room on the night of our wedding.
“Everly, I was afraid you’d leave if you found out about her existence,” Scott confessed, not meeting my eyes.
