My Husband Turned Our Wedding Night into a Catastrophe
I never imagined my wedding night would start with hesitation.
“Scott, can we… can we talk for a bit?” I asked tentatively, exhaustion weighing heavy on me after the whirlwind of our big day.
Scott frowned, clearly frustrated.
“Talk? Now?” he questioned, his tone betraying his irritation.
“I’m just so tired,” I said softly. “I think we need to take a moment, just to breathe.”
To his credit, he nodded and masked his disappointment with a kiss on my cheek. But hours later, I woke up to something bizarre. The bed was shaking, and Scott wasn’t beside me. I blinked in the dim light, my eyes finally focusing on him kneeling beside the bed, holding a baby.
“Scott?” I gasped, utterly confused. “What’s going on? Where did the baby come from?”
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