Pavel left me because he couldn’t have children, but then something unexpected happened.
I have a tendency to fall in love easily.
At one point, this led me into a situation I didn’t know how to escape. Everything got tangled, but then, by some miracle, it all came together perfectly.
It all happened at a party for my friend’s birthday. The music in the mountain lodge was so loud it felt like it was pounding in my ears. Emotions were bubbling over, and desires were bursting forth in the most unexpected ways.
We toasted “to health” so many times that at some point, I just got swept away: everything around me blurred, and the music echoed in my head. I don’t even remember how I ended up on a sofa, wrapped in a blanket.
The next morning, while I was down getting coffee, I bumped into a charming lad who suddenly appeared in front of me.
“How are you? You seemed unwell last night.”
I looked at him, and suddenly it hit me: he was the one who had helped me to that comfortable sofa. Now, he was smiling sweetly at me, and I melted under the gaze of his beautiful blue eyes. The day unfolded wonderfully: wispy clouds floated above us, and a gentle breeze brushed against my cheeks… We strolled until late in the evening, and at one moment, when I tripped, I found myself right in his arms. Our eyes locked, our lips met—somewhere on a lovely hill, beneath the open sky.
Our silent agreement about everything happening between us kept any questions about the future at bay. But those questions naturally arose a few days after we returned to the city.
Three months prior, I had met a respectable gentleman named Peter who worked in banking—stable, affluent, and trustworthy. When I first saw him, I felt no tingling or dizziness. There was something else—it was as if my mind was falling for him. Peter was so organized that I was struck by his logic in everything he did. Around him, I felt like an adult, even though I was still quite young.
These two stories intertwined in the strangest way, and now I was utterly lost. I felt a pang of guilt for my infidelity, a flicker of joy that the wild side of me was still alive, and a sense of embarrassment for the decision I had to make.
Now, we are together.
I had been seeing Peter, who had everything laid out like a grand life plan, but spontaneity accompanied the blue-eyed lad. Months passed this way. Yet, there was always some circumstance that jolted you from your illusions and dreams.
My circumstance came in the form of an unexpected pregnancy. Who was the father? While I pondered this classic question, Peter suddenly fell into a melancholy that I couldn’t comprehend. Something was going on with him, but I couldn’t even guess what it was. Until one evening, he showed up with a massive bouquet of red roses and a revelation:
“We need to part ways—at least for now… There are things I can’t share with you—my problems that you aren’t responsible for.”
I too needed time—I was wondering how to tell him about the baby. We agreed to meet again in a month. I thought perhaps he was tangled in some banking scandal that had put him in danger, and he wanted to protect me. What else could it be?
Two weeks passed. I still hadn’t made a decision, but one day the blue-eyed lad shocked me by saying he was baffled by people wanting a family:
“Children are a serious complication in life,” he remarked, talking about a friend. “Why do people rush to leave behind offspring?”
The conversation took a turn I hadn’t expected. Suddenly, I realized I didn’t truly know this person—I had just given in to passion. Clarity emerged, and reason overtook my emotions—it was time to end that relationship. And I did.
Another two weeks passed—it was time to meet Peter. I was unsure what to say—should I tell him?
“I need to tell you that…” I began.
“I’m really leaving,” he interrupted immediately. “I have no choice. I hope you find happiness—you deserve it. Now, go on…”
I didn’t share my news; this man who had given me such a strong sense of confidence had suddenly seemed to close off his soul. He was vanishing from my life.
We parted ways. He gently stroked my head, and I even thought I saw his eyes glistening…
I began to live more withdrawn, trying to sort out my thoughts and days. This continued until the day of the delivery. I entered the maternity ward alone, thinking I would leave on my own—with a baby in my arms.
Yet, on the day of discharge, a package arrived for me containing baby clothes—who could it be from? Inside was a note. I burst into tears after reading those few lines because they became the most important words in my life: it was from Peter. I kissed my sleeping daughter (that’s what I named her, for she held all my hope), and sat on the bed. And Peter shouted from downstairs:
“So, when will I see my daughter?”
Now you’re probably wondering, what happened? He happened to meet my friend—the very one from the lodge. They struck up a conversation, and she told him everything, adding that I had realized how deeply I loved him.
And do you know what? Peter had never stopped loving me. My infidelity was never mentioned in our conversations again: this amazing man had left me because he discovered he couldn’t father children.
That was what had tormented him all this time. He decided he had no right to punish me like that. Thus, it became clear that our daughter was a product of my secret passion.
But for Peter, it mattered that this child was conceived from beautiful emotions, plus, she was my child, and it turned out, he had fallen more in love with me. What more could we ask for? We both learned our life lesson, and since then, we have had no secrets—we still speak openly with one another. We genuinely love each other and are one of the happiest families you could imagine.
