“Lose everything?” I repeated quietly. “What about me? What about your son?”
Daniel stepped closer, desperate.
“Please help me fix this, Valerie. I’m begging you. If I don’t explain it, she’s going to show up here and make a scene. She’s already on her way.”
My first instinct was to throw him out.
But then Ethan made a soft sound in his sleep—and reality hit me.
I wasn’t just a woman anymore.
I was a mother.
And I wasn’t going to let chaos touch my child.
“If she shows up, security will escort her out,” I said firmly. “I’m not exposing my son to drama. And you’re not using me as your backup plan.”
Daniel ran a hand through his hair, visibly shaking.
“I just need to explain… I didn’t want her to find out like this.”
“You had eight months,” I replied. “What I need now is clarity. Are you going to be a father—or just show up when it’s convenient?”
Before he could answer, footsteps echoed in the hallway. A nurse peeked in.
“There’s a woman asking for you,” she said. “She says her name is Claire.”
The air shifted instantly.
Heavy.
Final.
If Claire walked into that room, nothing would stay contained.
So I made a decision.
“Tell her to wait in the visitor lounge,” I said. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Daniel stared at me. “You’re going to talk to her?”
“I’m going to keep her from yelling in here,” I said. “And I’m going to tell the truth.”
I pulled a robe over my hospital gown and asked the nurse to watch Ethan.
When I reached the lounge, Claire was already there—standing stiffly, phone in hand, eyes red from crying.
She didn’t hesitate.
“Are you Valerie?” she asked. “Tell me if that baby… is Daniel’s.”
“Yes,” I said. “His name is Ethan. He was born today. Daniel is his father.”
Claire swallowed hard and turned to him.
