When I discovered I was pregnant again, I couldn’t contain my excitement. Ryan and I had talked about having a third child, but with our seven-year-old twins, Jake and Liam, and his demanding work schedule, we left it up to fate. So when the test came back positive, I felt like I’d been handed a gift I never knew I needed.
With Ryan’s 35th birthday around the corner, I decided to reveal the pregnancy as part of his gift. I wrapped the test in a small box, tied it with a ribbon, and planned the perfect moment to surprise him.
On the morning of his birthday, I had an early doctor’s appointment to confirm the pregnancy. As Ryan slept upstairs, I left the gift box on the kitchen table and gave the boys strict instructions.
“Boys,” I said, crouching down to their level, “this is a special gift for Daddy. Give it to him when he wakes up, okay? And no peeking!”
“Is it a toy?” Jake asked, wide-eyed.
“Can we shake it?” Liam grinned mischievously.
“No shaking, no peeking,” I laughed, ruffling their hair. “It’s a surprise!”
I left the house feeling giddy, imagining Ryan’s reaction. The appointment went well, and hearing the baby’s heartbeat filled me with joy. I couldn’t wait to see Ryan’s face when he opened the box.
But when I returned home later that morning, my excitement turned to confusion. Seven suitcases were lined up neatly against the living room wall. Bright and colorful, they looked completely out of place in our home.
“What’s going on?” I muttered, stepping inside.
I found our babysitter, Danielle, playing cars with Jake and Liam in the kitchen. She wasn’t supposed to be here today, which added to my confusion.
“Hi, Emily!” Danielle called cheerfully.
“Mommy!” Jake and Liam ran up to me. “Daddy said your gift wasn’t a real present, so we’re leaving tomorrow!”
My heart sank. “Leaving? What do you mean?”
“Daddy said we’re going on an adventure!” Liam chimed in excitedly.
“An adventure?” I repeated, trying to make sense of it.
“He said you’re bad at presents, so he’s fixing it,” Jake added matter-of-factly.
I felt a lump rise in my throat. Ryan didn’t like my gift? Was he upset about the pregnancy? And now he was taking the boys on some kind of trip without me?
I called Ryan’s phone, but it went straight to voicemail. My mind raced with possibilities, none of them good. Was he planning to leave me? Take the boys? The thought made my stomach churn.
Hours passed, and every noise outside made me jump, hoping it was Ryan. When he finally walked through the door that evening, carrying a shopping bag and whistling, I was ready to burst.
“Ryan,” I said, tears streaming down my face. “Please don’t leave me! Don’t take the twins from me!”
He looked at me, stunned. “What are you talking about?”
“The boys said you’re leaving tomorrow because my gift wasn’t good enough!” I cried.
Ryan stared at me for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Wait, they said that? Oh, Emily, no! I’m not leaving you!”
“Then what’s with the suitcases?” I demanded.
He sat me down and held my hands. “Your gift wasn’t just good—it was the best gift ever. We’re having another baby! I’m over the moon! The suitcases are for a family trip I booked as a surprise. I thought it’d be fun to celebrate your news and my birthday with an adventure.”
Relief washed over me so fast I started laughing through my tears. “Ryan, you scared me half to death!”
“I’m sorry,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just wanted to do something special for us.”
Later that night, as we packed for the trip, Ryan revealed the destination: a sunny beach resort. The boys cheered so loudly that I was sure the neighbors heard.
On the trip, surrounded by laughter and the sound of waves, I told Jake and Liam they were going to be big brothers. Their excitement made the moment even more special.
And nine months later, we welcomed a beautiful baby girl into our family. Looking back, I can laugh at my overreaction, but in the moment, those seven suitcases made me feel like my world was crumbling. Instead, it turned out to be the beginning of a new and wonderful chapter in our lives.