I put my phone away.
“What does Dad mean?”
“We’ll talk about it later.”
“Who’s Laila?”
“Later, sweetheart.”
“Why did Dad say she’s going to be his wife?”
His voice started shaking.
That was the moment I stopped thinking about myself.
Whatever Tyler had done to me, our son had just heard it too.
I took Mason’s hand.
“Look at me.”
His eyes were already wet.
“Is Dad leaving us?”
“We don’t know exactly what’s happening yet.”
“But you’re his wife.”
His tears started falling.
I pulled him against me.
Every part of me wanted to stand up.
Walk to the front of that plane.
Demand answers.
But the aircraft had started moving away from the gate.
And my child needed me to stay calm.
The flight was less than two hours.
It felt like ten.
Mason barely touched the gummy bears he had packed.
The drawing that said BEST PILOT EVER remained folded inside his backpack.
After we landed, we waited until most of the passengers had left.
I had no idea what I was going to say to Tyler.
I only knew I wasn’t leaving that airport without looking him in the face.
We walked into the terminal.
And then I saw him.
Tyler was standing near the entrance to an airline lounge.
Beside him was Laila.
She looked nothing like the crying woman who had appeared at my house six months earlier.
Her hair was perfectly styled.
Her clothes looked expensive.
And there was no hiding the fact that she was pregnant.
One hand rested on her stomach.
She was smiling at Tyler.
Then she saw us.
Her smile changed.
Tyler followed her gaze.
The color instantly drained from his face.
His eyes moved from me to Mason.
“Megan?”
That was the first thing my husband said.
Mason started crying again.
“Dad, what’s going on?”
Tyler stepped forward.
“What are you doing on this flight?”
I almost laughed.
“We came to surprise you.”
Tyler closed his eyes.
Laila didn’t look embarrassed.
If anything, she looked relieved.
I pointed toward her.
“Isn’t this the same Laila who showed up at my house crying six months ago?”
Tyler glanced around nervously.
“Can we not do this here?”
“You told me she was your coworker.”
“Megan, this isn’t the place.”
I stared at him.
“You just announced to an airplane full of strangers that she’s pregnant with your child and that you plan to marry her.”
I stepped closer.
“You don’t get to suddenly demand privacy.”
Laila folded her arms.
“At least she knows now.”
I turned toward her.
“What did you say?”
She met my eyes.
“I said at least you know.”
There was nothing left of the frightened woman from my porch.
Tyler moved between us.
“You need to leave.”
I stared at him.
“Move, Tyler.”
“Megan, Mason is standing right there. Think about him before you make a scene.”
I laughed bitterly.
“Now you’re concerned about what Mason sees?”
His face tightened.
Our son was gripping my hand.
Tyler looked down at him.
“Buddy, I can explain. Just not right now.”
Mason immediately moved behind me.
Something changed in Tyler’s face.
I didn’t care.
“How long?” I asked.
Tyler looked at Laila.
Then at me.
“Almost a year.”
My stomach turned.
“When were you planning to tell me?”
He rubbed his forehead.
“I was waiting for the right time.”
“The right time to tell your wife that another woman is pregnant with your child?”
“No.”
He hesitated.
“The right time to give you the papers.”
I stared at him.
“What papers?”
“The divorce papers.”
Behind me, Mason was crying harder.
Tyler’s expression changed.
It was as if he had momentarily forgotten his own son could hear him.
I immediately crouched beside Mason.
“Put your headphones on, sweetheart.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Please.”
He began sobbing.
I hugged him, then stood again.
“You were planning to serve me divorce papers?”
“I didn’t want you finding out like this.”
“How exactly did you want me to find out?”
“I wanted us to talk privately.”
Laila interrupted.
“Tyler and I love each other.”
I turned toward her.
“We’re having a baby,” she continued. “He wants to be with me. Dragging this out isn’t helping anyone.”
I looked at Tyler.
“Is that what you think?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Then he nodded.
“Our marriage has been over for a while.”
That was news to me.
We had eaten dinner together Thursday night.
Watched a movie in bed Friday.
He had kissed me goodbye that very morning.
Apparently, my marriage had ended without anyone bothering to tell me.
“We can still be good parents to Mason,” Tyler said.
Our son heard his name.
He looked up.
“You’re leaving us?”
Tyler stepped toward him.
“Mason…”
My son backed away.
“Don’t touch me.”
Tyler froze.
That was when I knew we had to leave.
I picked up our bags.
“We’re going home.”
“Please let me explain things to him.”
I looked at Tyler.
“You already did.”
I took Mason downstairs and bought him ice cream because I had absolutely no idea what else to do.
He managed three bites.
Then he looked at me.
“Does Dad love her more than us?”
