Future Daughter Reveals My Husband's True Love

On 1st of June, I unexpectedly receive a phone call from my future daughter.

With a smile on my face, I ask her, "Sweetheart, are Mommy and Daddy still happy and in love?"

She proudly replies, "Of course! Mommy and Daddy have a great relationship. They never fight. He says she is the person he loves the most in his life!"

My face flushes with embarrassment. I think to myself that Malcolm Gray really shouldn't be saying things like that in front of a child.

Lost in happiness, I continue asking questions. "Then did you take my last name, Rosewood, or Daddy's last name, Gray?"

She falls silent for two seconds, like she is confused.

Then, she replies, "I have Daddy's last name, but my mommy's last name is Parker. Her name is Summer Parker."

I freeze at those words.

Summer Parker is the name of my best friend since childhood.

Just yesterday, she and Malcolm end up in the hospital after getting into a physical fight because of an argument involving me.

My throat tightened, and my hand, holding the phone, wouldn't stop trembling. How could this be?

Summer Parker and I had known each other for more than a decade. She was easygoing, carefree, and always spoke her mind. She even disliked my boyfriend, Malcolm Gray, more than anyone else.

She thought he was pretentious and that he never treated me well. She hated watching me put up with him. Every time she ran into him, they would end up arguing.

Malcolm and I had almost broken up several times because he said something bad about her.

The childish voice on the phone pulled me back to reality. "Miss, you still haven't told me when Daddy is coming home to spend time with me."

I swallowed the pain stabbing through my chest and forced myself to stay calm. "Sweetheart, how old are you?" I asked.

"I'm six!"

Six, huh? That meant Summer would already be carrying her now.

The phone slipped from my hand and crashed to the floor. A chill ran through my body.

Yesterday, when I went shopping with her, her clothing size had gone from a 6 to an 8. I had even joked that she had gained some weight recently, completely missing the panic that flashed across her eyes.

No. This couldn't be true.

"Sweetheart—"

I was about to ask her more questions when an adult's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Nina, who are you talking to?"

I knew that voice better than anyone. It belonged to the man who had slept beside me for the past four years.

Nina was the name I had chosen two days ago.

That night, I'd found Malcolm flipping through a baby names book. He said he was looking for a name for our future child. I'd teased him for getting ahead of himself when we weren't even married yet.

He lowered his head and smiled. "There's no rush for that."

I understood what