My Husband Hid His Terminal Diagnosis Throughout My Pregnancy—And His Mother Helped Keep the Secret From Me for an Entire Year

I cut the cake, handed out plates, wiped frosting from Owen’s hair, and kept moving.

The twins smashed cake into their faces while everyone laughed.

Carol took photographs.

Mia tried to steal Owen’s piece, and Owen protected it by planting both hands on top.

For a few minutes, the room felt exactly as a first birthday should feel.

Happy.

Messy.

Loud.

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