When my husband said our daughter wasn’t “European” enough, I knew I had to act. I devised a plan to teach him a lesson, but as I watched his world crumble, I wondered if I’d gone too far.
There I was, standing in my living room, staring at my husband like he was a stranger. My world tilted on its axis as Peter’s words hung in the air between us.
Peter makes a shocking request for another child | Source: Midjourney
“What do you mean, you want another kid?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “Amelia’s only one year old, and you’ve been distant ever since she was born.”
Peter ran a hand through his hair, avoiding my eyes. “Well, Nora, I just… I hoped she would turn out blue-eyed and pale, like my sister and my mother. But she looks nothing like I imagined.”
I felt my jaw drop. “Are you serious right now?”
Nora is surprised by Peter’s request for another child | Source: Midjourney
“I just thought maybe our second one would look more… you know, European?”
“No, actually, I don’t know what you mean,” I said, my voice sharp. “Care to explain?”
Peter shifted uncomfortably. “Look, I’m proud of my Norwegian heritage. I’m afraid my family won’t accept Amelia looking so… brown.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My own husband, talking about our daughter like she was some kind of disappointment. The anger bubbled up inside me, and before I knew it, we were in a full-blown argument.
Nora is infuriated by Peter’s revelation about their daughter’s appearance | Source: Midjourney
“She’s our daughter, Peter! How can you even think like this?” I shouted.
“I can’t help how I feel!” he yelled back. “I just wanted a kid that looked like me!”
We went back and forth for what felt like hours. By the time Peter stormed out, slamming the door behind him, I was exhausted and heartbroken. But as I sat there in the silence, an idea began to form.
An elderly lady answers a call | Source: Pexels
I picked up my phone and dialed my mom’s number. “Hey, Mom. Can you watch Amelia for a few days? I need to teach Peter a lesson.”
My mom, bless her, didn’t ask too many questions. She just said, “Of course, honey. Bring her over whenever you’re ready.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I sighed. “I’ll explain everything later, I promise.”
The next morning, after Peter left for work, I packed up Amelia’s things. As I zipped up her little suitcase, I couldn’t help but think about Peter’s words. How could he not see how perfect she was?
Nora packs a suitcase of her baby’s things | Source: Pexels
I drove to my mom’s house, my heart heavy. When I arrived, Mom took one look at my face and pulled me into a hug.
“Oh, honey,” she said softly. “What happened?”
I broke down then, telling her everything through my tears. She listened in shock and anger.
“That man,” she muttered when I finished. “I ought to give him a piece of my mind.”
“No, Mom,” I said, wiping my eyes. “I have a plan. Just… take care of Amelia for me, okay?”
Nora leaves Amelia in her mother’s care | Source: Midjourney
She nodded, pulling Amelia close. “You know I will. You do what you need to do.”
Leaving Amelia was harder than I expected. I kissed her chubby cheeks, inhaling her sweet baby scent. “Mommy loves you so much,” I whispered. “Never forget that.”
When I got home, I spent the day steeling myself for what was to come. As I heard Peter’s key in the lock that evening, my heart started racing.
He walked in, frowning at the unusual quiet. “Nora? Where’s Amelia?”
Peter returns home, puzzled by the unusual quiet and Amelia’s absence | Source: Midjourney
I took a deep breath. “I gave her up for adoption.”
Peter’s face went white. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Well, you said you wanted a more Nordic-looking child,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “So I thought we could try again. Maybe this time we’ll get the blue-eyed, pale-skinned baby you want.”
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