On the night of our wedding, Scott, my husband, was eager for intimacy, but I was exhausted and hoped to delay our physical connection for just a while longer. Scott, being the understanding partner he was, accepted my excuse with a kiss goodnight. Little did I know, our night was far from over.
In the hushed hours of midnight, I stirred from my slumber, feeling the bed tremble beneath me. Startled, I turned to find Scott on the bed, cradling a baby in his arms. I was in complete shock when he introduced the infant as Ella, his orphaned niece, and disclosed the sudden responsibility thrust upon him.
