They shared the news with Diane two weeks later on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Renata had insisted it happen strictly on her own terms—no elaborate dinner party, no dramatic announcements, just the three of them sitting together in the living room. “Mom, we have some news,” David began, holding Renata’s hand.
Diane’s face flashed through a rapid succession of emotions before softening into an expression David hadn’t seen in years. It was completely unguarded and genuine. She reached across the coffee table, bypassing David entirely, to grip Renata’s hand tightly. “Oh, my dear,” Diane whispered, tears forming in her eyes.
“We are fourteen weeks along,” Renata said. Diane nodded silently, asking no questions about why they didn’t tell her sooner. David watched his wife’s tense shoulders finally drop. For the first time in months, she wasn’t guarding a secret. David vowed to pay closer attention to her from now on, with genuine love.