Her Birthday Cake Demanded A Divorce But She Was About To Turn Things Around

“We’ve been trying for a baby for the past eighteen months, Jake. I think our bodies need a moment to breathe.”

“You mean my body?” he asked. “It seems like mine is the problem. The doctors have told us that it’s my fault. It’s my sperm. So, yeah. Let’s stop…”

After that, it took a lot of work for Jake and me to get back on our feet as a steady couple. Without the pressure of trying to have a baby, we could barely function.

But now, my husband thought the worst of me.

Grabbing the box, I packed up my things and rushed out of the office, ignoring the concerned looks from my coworkers. I didn’t have time to explain. All I could think about was getting home, facing Jake, and explaining the truth.

When I walked through the front door, I saw him immediately. Jake was pacing back and forth across the living room, his face flushed, his body tense with fury.

He turned the second I stepped inside, his eyes wild.

“Tell me the test wasn’t yours!” he shouted.

I placed the cake box gently on the kitchen counter and stood still, facing him.

“It is mine, honey,” I said.

Jake’s expression didn’t soften. He looked angrier; he looked ready to explode.

“If you want a divorce, I won’t stop you,” I continued. “But before you walk away from us, there’s something you need to know.”

His hands balled into fists at his side.

“What could you possibly say, Emma? I thought you loved me. And yet, here you are, having someone else’s baby?”

“Jake, listen to me!” I interrupted. “This baby is yours. You’re going to be a father!”