I Found a Positive Pregnancy Test and a Note in a Package for My Dad, So I Spied on His Date

I never expected to find a positive pregnancy test in a package addressed to my father. And I certainly didn’t expect a romantic note inside, signed with a teasing “darling.”

Was my father having an affair? Was he about to have a child behind our backs?

For as long as I could remember, I had believed my parents had the perfect marriage. They laughed at the same corny jokes, danced in the kitchen when they thought no one was looking, and never missed an opportunity to remind me how much they loved each other.

But now? Now I wasn’t sure what to believe.

The Package That Changed Everything

I had moved out of my parents’ house at eighteen, eager to carve out my own life in the city. My apartment was tiny—barely big enough for me and my sagging couch—but it was mine, and I was proud of it.

Between work and school, I barely had time to visit home. We kept in touch, of course, but I hadn’t actually seen them in months.

So when my phone buzzed that afternoon and my dad’s name flashed on the screen, I grinned and picked up immediately.

“Hey, stranger,” I teased.

“Hey, kiddo,” he replied warmly. “Guess what? I’m coming to the city tomorrow for work.”

“What? No way!” I sat up straight. “Where are you staying?”

“Some hotel downtown. Just for a couple of nights.”

“Well, I’m definitely coming to see you. No arguments.”

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Excitement bubbled in my chest. My dad and I had always been close. He was the one who taught me how to drive, who never missed a single school play, and who made the best Saturday morning pancakes.

I couldn’t wait to see him.

A Surprise Within a Surprise

The next afternoon, I arrived at his hotel, practically skipping through the lobby. When he opened the door, I threw my arms around him.

“Dad!”

“Hey, kiddo,” he laughed, squeezing me tight. “Wow, you look great.”

“So do you.” He looked the same, though there were a few more gray strands in his hair than last time. But his smile? That was unchanged.

We sat in his hotel room, catching up, laughing like no time had passed.

It felt normal. Safe.

Then there was a knock at the door.

Dad was in the bathroom when I heard it.

“Can you grab that for me?” he called. “Must be the courier.”

I got up, signed for the small brown package, and read the label.

“Want me to open it?” I asked.

“Sure, probably just something from work.”

I peeled back the tape, expecting to find documents or maybe a replacement part for something.

Instead, my breath caught in my throat.

Inside was a positive pregnancy test.

And beneath it, a printed note:

“Congratulations, darling! Meet me at Café *** at 7 p.m.”

My head spun as I reread the note.

A pregnancy test. A romantic message. Addressed to my father.

Was my devoted, loving father… cheating?

And worse—was he about to have a child with another woman?

Following the Truth

I barely held it together when my dad walked back in.

“What was it?” he asked, drying his hands on a towel.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay neutral. “Uh… just a package. Didn’t open it.”

He took it from me without a second thought, setting it aside.

But I wasn’t letting this go.

If my father was meeting his mistress at 7 p.m., I needed to see it for myself.

A Shocking Revelation

Later that evening, I slipped on a jacket and made my way to the café listed in the note. My heart pounded as I found a quiet corner, keeping my hoodie up to stay unnoticed.

I scanned the room, searching for the mystery woman.

Then, at exactly 7 p.m., my father walked in.

He wasn’t sneaking in like a guilty man. No, he strolled in, standing tall, scanning the room like he had nothing to hide.

And then, I saw it.

A bouquet of roses in his hand.

I clenched my fists under the table. Roses? Seriously?

I had braced myself for the worst, but actually witnessing it happen was something else.

Minutes passed.

Then, the door chimed.

A woman stepped inside.

I knew her.

And she was the last person I expected to see.

It was my mother.

A Twist I Never Saw Coming

I blinked, convinced I was seeing things. But no. She stood there, eyes sweeping the room, until she spotted him.

Her jaw dropped, her hands flying to her mouth.

And my dad? His entire face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Within seconds, he was across the room, pulling her into his arms, whispering something that made her laugh like a teenager in love.

Then, he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to her stomach.

That’s when I saw it.

The slight swell beneath my mother’s dress.

My jaw nearly hit the table.

She was pregnant.

More Love Than I Could Have Imagined

My fingers trembled as I hit record on my phone, capturing the moment.

I had spent the entire day convinced my father was a cheating liar, only to realize he was just a husband still hopelessly in love with his wife.

Later that night, I sat in my apartment, watching the video over and over, relief washing over me.

For years, it had just been the three of us. Me, their only child.

And now, at forty-two, my mom was starting over.

A baby.

I let out a breathless laugh. “Unbelievable.”

The Best Story at the Baby Shower

Six months later, at my mom’s baby shower, I stood in front of a room full of family and friends, phone in hand.

“I have a story to tell.”

My parents looked at me, confused, as I hit play.

The short video played—my dad kissing my mom’s stomach, their laughter, the whispered words of love.

The room sighed collectively, warmth filling the space.

Then, I told the full story—how I had found the package, jumped to conclusions, and practically stalked my own father.

By the time I finished, my dad was crying from laughter. My mom swatted my arm, shaking her head.

“Amelia!” she scolded, though she was grinning. “You thought your father was cheating?”

“I panicked!” I defended. “It’s not every day you find a pregnancy test in a package addressed to your dad!”

Laughter erupted around the room, my dad wiping his eyes.

“Well, that’s one way to get your heart rate up.”

I looked around at the people I loved, my soon-to-be-born baby sibling, and my parents—who, even after twenty years together, still looked at each other like they were falling in love for the first time.

I knew, without a doubt, this was a story we’d be telling for years.

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