After our son was born, I wanted a paternity test

folded, eyes glossy.

“I never cheated on you,” she says softly. “Not once.”

“I know that now,” I say. “I just wish I had trusted you when it mattered.”

Her eyes harden. “Trust doesn’t get to show up late.”

“I know,” I say again. “But I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

We fall into a rhythm. Not as a couple—she keeps her boundaries—but as co-parents.continue reading …