Page 1 of My Husband’s Wife

It’s positive. He’s waiting at the other side of the toilet door for me to reveal the big news.

Finally, I’m going to be a mother. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

I dreamed I’d have two, or maybe even three, but this precious baby will likely be my only one.

I place my hand on my stomach, and I know that my little one is barely more than a few cells, but I already love him or her more than anything.

Nothing else in the world matters more than my little bean.

He knocks again. ‘Well? Don’t keep me in suspense.’

I slowly open the door and pass him the pregnancy stick. ‘We’re having a baby.’ I can’t feel any more love in my heart in this moment. My life is beyond perfect. The people close to me think we’ve rushed into this but when you know it’s the real thing, you know.

He picks me up, kissing my face and my neck, then he spins me around until I’m nauseous – but in a good way.

When I eventually manage to release myself from his arms, he heads to the kitchen and puts some music on, returning with two champagne flutes.

One for him with bubbly in it and another for me containing orange juice.

We clink glasses. ‘To us,’ he says, his gaze lovingly meeting mine.

I look away from him and swallow. Why when I love him so much am I lying so badly? I can’t ever tell him that the baby isn’t his. I grab his hand and rest it on my stomach. ‘To us and our little life inside me.’