The delivery room buzzed with anticipation as my wife, Emma, gripped my hand tightly. After nine months of excitement, our daughter finally cried out, filling my eyes with tears. But joy turned to panic when Emma exclaimed, “This isn’t my baby!”

Emma insisted in disbelief that our daughter couldn’t be hers. I squeezed her hand, reassuring her that our baby was ours. As a nurse placed our daughter in Emma’s arms, her fear melted away, replaced by tears of love.