My Widowed MIL's Secret Child

My mother-in-law is forty-seven. Two days ago, she dropped a bombshell—she's pregnant.

The news nearly sent my wife and me over the edge.

Here's the kicker—her husband died two years ago, and as far as we knew, she hadn't been seeing anyone.

So… whose baby is it?

I was in the middle of a business dinner when Evelyn called.

Her voice was urgent, laced with that familiar mix of frustration and honeyed sweetness.

"Honey, get home. Now. I need you."

My client caught every word and smirked. "Damn, Ethan. Your wife's got you on a short leash."

Four years married, and we were still disgustingly in love. A little playful tension wasn't unusual.

But lately, Evelyn's mom had been crashing at our place, killing the mood. If she was gone tonight…

Tamping down my excitement, I kept my voice low. "Sweetheart, I'm wrapping up. Be there soon."

Evelyn huffed. "Ugh. Never around when I actually need you."

The client chuckled, waving me off. "Go. The deal's yours. Don't let the missus riot."

Perfect. Tonight was going to be very productive.

But when I got home, the house was dark—only a sliver of light spilled from her mother's room.

Was this some new game? The thought of Evelyn's curves and that teasing voice had me moving before I could think.

I threw the door open.

"Darling, ready for me?"

Two pairs of eyes snapped to me—Evelyn's wide with horror, her mother's amused.

Evelyn's ears turned crimson. "Ethan! God—I was talking to Mom!"