A month after adopting Jennifer, she looked up at me with wide eyes and whispered, \u201cMommy, don\u2019t trust Daddy.\u201d Her words echoed in my mind as I began to wonder what secrets my husband could be hiding.\n\n\n\n

I looked down at Jennifer\u2019s small face, taking in those big, watchful eyes and the shy, uncertain smile she wore. After all those years of hoping, trying, waiting, here she was, our daughter.
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Richard was practically glowing. He couldn\u2019t stop looking at her. It was like he was trying to memorize every feature, every expression.\n\n\n\n

\u201cLook at her, Marla,\u201d he whispered, his voice filled with awe. \u201cShe\u2019s just perfect.\u201d\n\n\n\n

I gave him a soft smile, my hand resting on Jennifer\u2019s shoulder. \u201cShe really is.\u201d\n\n\n\n

We\u2019d come such a long way to get here. It had been doctor\u2019s appointments, long talks, and an endless string of paperwork. When we finally met Jennifer, something in me just\u2026 knew. She was only four, so little, and so quiet, but she already felt like ours.\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s been a few weeks since we officially adopted Jen, and we decided it was time for a small family outing. Richard leaned down to her level, smiling warmly. \u201cHey. How about we go get some ice cream? Would you like that?\u201d\n\n\n\n

Jennifer looked at him, then glanced up at me, as if waiting for my reaction. She didn\u2019t answer right away, just gave the smallest nod, pressing herself closer to my side.\n\n\n\n

Richard chuckled softly, though I could hear a hint of nervousness in it. \u201cAll right, ice cream it is. We\u2019ll make it a special treat.\u201d\n\n\n\n

Jennifer stayed close to me as we walked out. Richard led the way, glancing back every now and then and smiling hopefully. I watched him try to coax her out, to make her feel at ease. But each time he asked a question, Jennifer\u2019s grip on my hand tightened a little, her gaze drifting back to me.\n\n\n\n

When we got to the ice cream shop, Richard stepped up to the counter, ready to order for her. \u201cHow about chocolate? Or maybe strawberry?\u201d he asked, his voice bright.\n\n\n\n

She looked at him, then looked at me again, her voice barely a whisper. \u201cVanilla, please.\u201d\n\n\n\n

Richard seemed taken aback for just a second, then smiled. \u201cVanilla it is.\u201d\n\n\n\n

Jennifer seemed content to let him order, but I noticed she barely looked his way as we sat down. Instead, she ate quietly, staying close to my side. She watched Richard with a cautious sort of interest, not saying much, and I wondered if it was all just too much for her.\n\n\n\n

Later that evening, as I tucked Jennifer into bed, she clung to my arm a little longer than I expected.\n\n\n\n

She looked away for a moment, then back up at me, eyes wide and serious. \u201cDon\u2019t trust Daddy.\u201d\n\n\n\n

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. I knelt beside her, brushing her hair back. \u201cWhy would you say that, honey?\u201d\n\n\n\n

She shrugged, but her lips turned downward in a sad little frown. \u201cHe\u2019s talking weird. Like he\u2019s hiding something.\u201d\n\n\n\n

It took me a moment to respond. I tried to keep my voice gentle. \u201cJennifer, Daddy loves you very much. He\u2019s just trying to help you feel at home. You know that, right?\u201d\n\n\n\n

She didn\u2019t respond, just curled up a little tighter under her blankets. I stayed there, holding her hand, wondering where this was coming from. Could she just be nervous? Maybe adjusting was harder for her than I realized. But as I looked at her small, serious face, a faint unease crept in.\n\n\n\n

When I finally left her room, I found Richard waiting by the door. \u201cHow\u2019d she do?\u201d he asked, his face hopeful.\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe\u2019s asleep,\u201d I replied softly, watching his expression.\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s good.\u201d He seemed relieved, but I noticed how his smile wavered just a little. \u201cI know it\u2019s all new for her. For all of us. But I think we\u2019ll be fine. Don\u2019t you?\u201d\n\n\n\n

I nodded, but I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling of Jennifer\u2019s words echoing in my mind.\n\n\n\n

The next day, as I stirred the pasta on the stove, I heard Richard\u2019s voice drift in from the living room. He was on the phone, his tone low and tense. I paused, wiping my hands on a towel, and listened as his words floated into the kitchen.\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s been\u2026 harder than I expected,\u201d he said, his voice barely above a whisper. \u201cShe\u2019s\u2026 sharp. Jennifer\u2019s noticing more than I thought she would. I\u2019m afraid she might tell Maria.\u201d\n\n\n\n

I felt my heartbeat quicken, my mind racing to make sense of what I\u2019d heard. Jennifer might tell me? Tell me what? I tried to shake it off, telling myself there must be an explanation. But as I listened, my pulse only pounded harder.\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just\u2026 so hard to keep things under wraps,\u201d Richard continued. \u201cI don\u2019t want Marla to find out\u2026 not until it\u2019s ready.\u201d\n\n\n\n

I froze, clutching the countertop. What wasn\u2019t I supposed to find out? What could he possibly be keeping from me? I strained to hear, but then his voice dropped lower, and I couldn\u2019t make out the rest of his conversation. A few moments later, he ended the call and started walking toward the kitchen.\n\n\n\n

I turned back to the stove, my mind whirling. I stirred the pasta with more force than necessary, trying to act normal as Richard stepped in, looking pleased.\n\n\n\n

I forced a smile, my hands gripping the spoon. \u201cThanks. Almost done.\u201d My voice sounded strange to my own ears, and I felt my smile falter as his words echoed in my head: I\u2019m afraid she might tell Marla\u2026 It\u2019s hard to keep things under wraps.\n\n\n\n

Later that evening, after we\u2019d tucked Jennifer in, I couldn\u2019t hold back any longer. I needed answers. I found Richard in the living room, browsing through some paperwork, and sat down across from him, hands clasped tightly in my lap.\n\n\n\n

\u201cRichard,\u201d I began, my voice steadier than I felt, \u201cI overheard you on the phone earlier.\u201d\n\n\n\n

He looked up, raising an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and\u2026 something else crossing his face. \u201cOh?\u201d he said, clearly caught off guard. \u201cWhat did you hear?\u201d\n\n\n\n

I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. \u201cI heard you say that Jennifer might\u2026 tell me something. And that it\u2019s hard to keep things \u2018under wraps.’\u201d I met his gaze, my heart pounding. \u201cWhat are you hiding from me?\u201d\n\n\n\n

For a moment, he just stared at me, his face a mixture of confusion and worry. Then, as understanding dawned, his expression softened. He set his papers aside and leaned forward, reaching for my hand.\n\n\n\n

\u201cMarla,\u201d he said gently, \u201cI\u2019m not hiding anything bad. I promise.\u201d His grip on my hand was warm, reassuring, but it didn\u2019t settle the knots in my stomach.\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen what is it?\u201d I whispered, barely able to meet his eyes. \u201cWhat don\u2019t you want Jennifer to tell me?\u201d\n\n\n\n

Richard took a deep breath, his face breaking into a sheepish smile. \u201cI didn\u2019t want you to find out because\u2026 well, I was planning a surprise for Jennifer\u2019s birthday. With my brother\u2019s help.\u201d He squeezed my hand, looking slightly embarrassed. \u201cI wanted it to be a big deal, a special first birthday with us.\u201d\n\n\n\n

I blinked, not quite processing his words at first. \u201cA surprise party?\u201d I asked slowly, the tension in my chest easing just a bit.\n\n\n\n

He nodded. \u201cI wanted it to be perfect for her. I thought we could show her how much we care. That she\u2019s part of our family now.\u201d He smiled, looking a little relieved. \u201cI knew Jennifer might say something, and I was worried she\u2019d ruin the surprise.\u201d
A wave of relief washed over me, though I felt a strange pang of guilt. Here I\u2019d been imagining\u2026 well, I didn\u2019t even know what I\u2019d been imagining. \u201cRichard,\u201d I whispered, lowering my head, \u201cI\u2019m so sorry. I just\u2026 I thought there was something wrong.\u201d\n\n\n\n

He chuckled softly, brushing his thumb over my hand. \u201cHey, it\u2019s okay. I get it. You were so stressed after the adoption process, so I took all the planning upon myself. It\u2019s a surprise for both of you!\u201d\n\n\n\n

I nodded, trying to let go of the doubts that had taken hold of me. \u201cI think Jennifer\u2019s just\u2026 protective,\u201d I said, trying to explain. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t know what to expect, and when she told me not to trust you\u2026 I guess it just got to me.\u201d\n\n\n\n

Richard gave a thoughtful nod. \u201cShe\u2019s a sensitive kid. I think she\u2019s still finding her way.\u201d He looked at me, his expression earnest. \u201cWe\u2019ll just have to make sure she feels safe and loved. All three of us.\u201d\n\n\n\n

The next morning, as I watched Richard gently help Jennifer pick out her breakfast cereal, I felt my heart lift a little. He looked over at her with so much patience, and even though she barely glanced up, I could see the trust slowly building between them.\n\n\n\n

I walked over and joined them at the table, my hand resting on Jennifer\u2019s shoulder. She looked up at me, her eyes calm, and a small smile crept across her face. It was as if she could sense the new peace between us, as if some unspoken worry had finally lifted.\n\n\n\n

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