After 31 Years of Marriage, My Husband Started Leaving Our Bed at Night ‘Because of His Back’ – Then I Heard Him Whisper, ‘Daddy Loves You Too’
But something about that night felt different.
My fingers tightened around the blanket.
Then Greg said, “Daddy loves you too.”
Every hair on my arms lifted.
Our son, Michael, was 30 and living overseas.
Our daughter, Emma, was 28 and lived three states away.
Neither of them had children.
“Daddy loves you too.”
I turned toward Greg’s nightstand.
His phone was plugged into the charger.
The screen lit briefly with some useless notification.
Whatever Greg was calling “sweetheart” was inside our house.
And whoever it was apparently called my husband Daddy.
Whatever Greg was calling “sweetheart” was inside our house.
I got out of bed.
Then I heard the downstairs dead bolt turn.
Click.
The back door opened.
A few seconds later, it closed again.
“Greg?” I called out.
Silence.
Then I heard the downstairs dead bolt turn.
I ran down the stairs barefoot.
The guest-room door stood wide open, but Greg wasn’t there.
The rocking chair we’d used when Michael and Emma were babies was moving gently beside the window.
Back. Forward. Back.
My heart started to pound.
The guest-room door stood wide open, but Greg wasn’t there.
Then the porch light came on.
I crossed the kitchen, pulled the curtain aside, and froze.
Greg was kneeling in the flower bed in his pajamas.
He had something bundled against his chest with one arm.
Something small.
