My Husband Walked Out in the Middle of Thanksgiving Dinner — Two Days Later, He Came Back With Newborn Twins in His Arms

My voice came out a cracked whisper. “Lochlan… whose babies are those?”

He didn’t answer. Just walked past me and gently laid them on the couch like they might break. His hands were shaking.

Then he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Sorry? You vanish for two days and come home with twins? Start talking.”

He sank onto the couch beside them, elbows on his knees, looking completely broken.

“I didn’t know what else to do,” he said. “Please—just let me explain.”

I folded my arms. “From the beginning.”

He took a long breath.

“Right when we sat down to eat, I got a text from Astrid.” Continue reading…