My parents said my fiancée wasn’t good enough for me—until our wedding day, when the truth left them begging for forgiveness.

“Is that…” Emily whispered.

Maya nodded.

I was on my feet before I’d thought about it, my chair toppling behind me.

“Is this real?”

Maya pressed a hand to her stomach.

“Yes. Three months.”

I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was scared,” she whispered. “And because I wanted one moment where this baby was continue reading …