By the time my mother died, I felt like something inside me had already gone quiet. She was my anchor, my first call, the one person I thought would still be there when everything else fell apart. I was nine months pregnant when we buried her. I remember standing at the grave, one hand on my swollen belly, thinking, At least I’m not alone. I still have my family.
I was wrong.
Two weeks later, I found out my husband was cheating. Not rumors. Not suspicions. Proof. Messages, photos, plans for a future that didn’t include me or the baby growing inside me. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just felt… empty. Like my body was going through the motions while my heart had stepped out of the room.
The night my water broke, it was 3 a.m. I was alone in our apartment. I called a taxi because I didn’t trust myself to drive. By the time I climbed into the back seat, contractions were already rolling through me like waves. Then it happened — water everywhere. I panicked, sobbing, apologizing over and over.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” I kept saying, mortified.
The driver pulled over without hesitation. He took off his jacket, spread it on the seat, and turned to me gently.
“It’s okay, ma’am,” he said. “My wife couldn’t have kids. Let me help.”
He didn’t rush me. He didn’t panic. He held my hand through every contraction, talked to me about breathing, told me I was doing great even when I felt like I was breaking apart. When we reached the hospital, he helped the nurses get me inside and waited until they took over.
When I woke up hours later, exhausted and aching, there were flowers by my bed. A simple note sat beside them: Get well soon, and congratulations.
I cried harder than I had in months.
The day I was discharged, he came back. He said he just wanted to make sure we got home safe. He carried my baby like she was made of glass, installed the car seat with careful precision, and somehow noticed my fridge was empty. Before leaving, he stocked it.
It’s been three years.
He still visits every weekend. He teaches my daughter how to ride her bike. He cheers the loudest when she doesn’t fall. He calls her sunshine.
He didn’t save my life that night.
But he stayed. And sometimes, that’s everything.
