At 35 Weeks Pregnant, My Husband Woke Me up in the Middle of the Night — What He Said Made Me File for Divorce

I hesitated. My instincts screamed no, but I was too drained to fight.

“Fine,” I mumbled. “Just… keep it down, okay?”

“Promise,” he said, already distracted. I heard voices and laughter in the background.

By the time they arrived, the apartment was buzzing with noise, with shouting from the TV, bottles clinking, and bursts of loud laughter. I retreated to our bedroom and shut the door, pulling the covers up over my legs. I placed one hand over my belly, feeling soft little kicks.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I whispered. “Mommy’s just tired.”

Eventually, exhaustion won. I must’ve dozed off despite the noise.

Then I felt it, a hand on my shoulder, nudging me.

“Hey. Wake up.”

It was Michael. His voice sounded strained and off.

I blinked up at him. The hallway light spilled into the room, casting long shadows. His face was tight, his eyes glassy.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up. “Did something happen?”

He rubbed his hands together, looking restless. I noticed a slight tremble in his fingers. He paced near the foot of the bed, his jaw tightly clenched.

“No, it’s just… something the guys said tonight got me thinking.”

I frowned, confused and still half-asleep.

“Thinking about what?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just kept pacing, then stopped and looked at me intently, before dropping his gaze.

“About the baby.”

My heart skipped.

“What about the baby, Michael?”

He exhaled, like he’d rehearsed this in his head and still wasn’t sure how to say it out loud.

“I just… I want to make sure it’s mine.”

Silence.

I stared at him. The words made little sense at first.

“What did you just say?”

“Look, it’s not like that,” he said quickly. His voice pitched higher. “It’s just — someone brought up the timeline tonight, and it got me thinking. I don’t know, okay? Last year, you were really stressed, and I traveled a lot for work and…”

“You think I cheated on you?”

“I just want peace of mind!” he snapped. “I want a DNA test before the birth.”

I felt tears building behind my eyes. I shook my head slowly.

“Michael, I’m 35 weeks pregnant. You’ve held this baby’s ultrasound in your hands. You helped pick out her name. We built her crib together.”

He crossed his arms, unmoved.