My Husband Abandoned Me with Newborn Triplets – Years Later I Accidentally Met Him Again
“Alli, I want to,” he said.
Thirty minutes later, I opened the door to find him standing there, holding an enormous bag of diapers in one hand and a brown paper grocery bag in the other. He looked a little unsure, like maybe I was going to tell him to leave.
Instead, I stepped back to allow him inside.
“You’re here… You’re actually here,” I said.
“I meant it,” he said, nodding. “You don’t have to do this alone.”
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I wondered if he knew where Adam was.
I must have looked wrecked. I hadn’t showered in two days. My shirt was crusted with formula. But Greg didn’t even react to any of that.
“Who’s hungry?” he asked, stepping in. “Who wants Uncle Greg?”
“Ashton,” I replied. “But he just wanted to be held.”
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“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Greg said, setting down the bags and walking over to the bassinet.
