My Daughter Cut Into Her Gender Reveal Cake and Burst Into Tears—Then the Baker Pulled Me Aside and Showed Me Why
His eyes filled.
“She’s my daughter.”
The entire backyard seemed to stop breathing.
PART 5 — THREE AND A HALF
“How old?”
Chloe barely got the words out.
“Three and a half.”
I did the math instantly.
So did she.
Four years of fertility treatment.