That evening, as we prepared for bed, Evan took my hands in his. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I should have trusted you’d want to know.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of my earlier doubts lift. “And I’m sorry for not trusting you, for letting fear take over. We’re in this together, okay?”

He pulled me into an embrace, and I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was a reminder of the bond we shared, our unified commitment to protecting and nurturing our daughter.