Marrying His Savior, My Husband Cried for Me After

The day of my final prenatal checkup, my husband, Aaron Mackey, claimed he had a business trip and couldn’t make it.

So there I was, at the OB-GYN, sitting alone in the waiting room, when I caught sight of Aaron gently kissing Nancy Cross’s pregnant belly, his voice soft and affectionate.

“When our baby is born,” he murmured, “he’s going to be the rightful heir to the Mackey legacy.”

Nancy tilted her head up, pretending to be worried. “Aaron, your wife’s pregnant too… What if she finds out about us? What if she refuses to let our child into the family?”