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A Mother’s Instinct
After losing my husband, Mark, to a sudden heart attack, I never thought I’d find love again. For three years, my world revolved around my daughter, Lily. She was only five when he passed, too young to fully understand why Daddy never came home.
Then I met David. He was kind, patient, and understanding—everything I didn’t realize I needed. He didn’t try to replace Mark, but he embraced our little family with open arms. When he proposed, Lily was ecstatic. “Now I have two dads!” she’d say, though we both knew no one could replace her father.
Life seemed to fall into place. David and Lily bonded over bedtime stories and Sunday morning pancake breakfasts. I finally felt hopeful again. But then, one evening, Lily hesitated at the dinner table, pushing peas around her plate.
“Mommy,” she finally whispered, glancing at David before meeting my eyes. “New Dad asked me to keep a secret from you. Is that okay?”
My heart stopped.
I forced a smile, though my stomach twisted in knots. “Sweetheart, Mommy and Daddy don’t keep secrets from each other. Can you tell me what it is?”
David set his fork down, his expression unreadable. “Lily, remember what we talked about?” he said gently.
Her small shoulders tensed. “But Mommy said secrets aren’t good.”
I turned to David, trying to steady my voice. “What’s going on?”
He sighed. “It’s not what you think, Claire.” He reached for my hand, but I pulled away.
“Then explain.”
David exhaled, glancing at Lily. “Why don’t you go get your coloring book, sweetheart?”
She looked between us, confused, before sliding off her chair and running to her room. The moment she was gone, I leaned forward. “What secret did you ask my daughter to keep?”
David hesitated. “I was planning a surprise for you. A weekend getaway. I asked Lily to help me pick the perfect place.”
Relief washed over me, but something still felt… off. “David, she’s six. She shouldn’t be keeping secrets—even good ones.”
He nodded. “I understand. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
I wanted to believe him, but doubt lingered. Later that night, as I tucked Lily in, I gently asked, “Was the secret about a surprise for Mommy?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Uh-huh.” But her tiny fingers twisted the edge of her blanket.
Lily never lied to me before.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Something nagged at me. The next day, I casually asked Lily about the ‘secret’ again, this time when David wasn’t around. Her answer sent ice through my veins.
“He said if I tell you, you’ll be mad. But I don’t like it, Mommy.”
I hugged her close, my heart pounding. I didn’t know what David was hiding—but I knew one thing for certain.
I had to find out. And fast.
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