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’
“Susan was close enough for me to reach. The other one crawled farther back.”
Then at Susan.
Then at Michael’s baby blanket.
Then back at my husband.
“What is happening?”
Greg winced.
“Can we do this after I get the other kitten out?”
“No.”
“Laura.”
“Can we do this after I get the other kitten out?”
“No. You have been leaving our bed every night for three weeks, you lied about your back, you took Michael’s blanket, I heard you call something Daddy’s sweetheart… and I just found you digging in our backyard in pajamas.”
“I didn’t take the blanket,” he said.
“You have been leaving our bed every night for three weeks.”
“You told me you donated it!”
“That was admittedly not my strongest lie.”
I almost laughed.
Instead I crouched beside him.
“Tell me what to do.”
Greg hesitated.
Then he handed Susan to me.
“That was admittedly not my strongest lie.”
The second that tiny body settled against my chest, I understood why he’d used the blanket.
She was barely anything.
Warmth, bones, and an indignant little noise.
“Keep her wrapped.”
Greg returned to the garden edge.
The second that tiny body settled against my chest, I understood why he’d used the blanket.
Ten minutes later, after enough dirt had been moved and one increasingly furious kitten had screamed at both of us, Greg finally reached underneath and pulled out another tiny gray kitten.
I nearly cried from relief.
Greg actually did.
