She’s holding our newborn, sobbing with happiness but she doesn’t know I had a vasectomy in secret…

A wave of shame hi:t me like a punch.

Claire reached for me. “Please,” she whispered. “Don’t let this destr0y us.”

I turned toward the nursery, where Noah’s tiny breaths filled the silence.

And for the first time in weeks, I let the tears fall.

Because maybe miracles did happen just not the kind I was expecting.