It was supposed to be a simple afternoon with my five-year-old son. Build some Legos, hear about his day, do the whole dad–son thing.
Instead, one sentence changed everything.
He looked up from his Lego tower and said, almost casually: “Daddy, when you go, a new dad comes to us.”
My heart dropped. What started as an innocent visit home early from work turned into the moment I realized my entire life might not be what I thought it was.
My wife and I have been together for six years. We met through mutual friends, nothing dramatic or movie-worthy — just two people who clicked at a barbecue and decided to see where things went.
We bought our house three years ago, the kind with a too-small kitchen and a backyard our son Liam has claimed as his personal construction site. If you’d asked me back then, I’d have said we were solid.
We had the usual stress: money a bit tight, work schedules clashing, constant exhaustion from raising a kid who thinks sleep is optional… but nothing that made me question what we’d built.
Until that Tuesday afternoon.
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