From there, I watched through our home’s surveillance cameras as Danny struggled alone with our daughters. Breakfast was a disaster, the house a mess, and he was overwhelmed. By the second day, his messages turned desperate, begging me to return.
When I came home, Danny was relieved and apologetic. “I won’t pressure you about having a son anymore,” he vowed. He promised to spend more time with the family and help out more.
From that day, Danny became more involved, appreciating the effort of raising our children. He attended school events, helped with homework, and even learned to braid hair. Our lives improved, filled with joy and laughter. Danny never brought up having another child again. Our daughters thrived under his newfound attention and love, and we found true happiness together.
