My husband left me alone while I was in labor because his mother’s birthday dinner mattered more to him than the birth of our son. “Handle it yourself. Stop being so dramatic,” he snapped before hanging up. Three days later, however, he walked through our front door and turned completely white when he saw the man holding his newborn baby.
The contraction hit hard enough to make my knees nearly buckle. My phone shook in my hand as Rowan’s voice became colder than the hospital floor beneath me.
“Handle it
