Walter returns home from work to find his baby son crying. His wife has tried everything to quiet their son, but nothing works. Walter decides to check the crib and is shocked by what he finds there.
An ear-splitting wail echoed through the house as Walter entered from the garage. His wife, Abby, sat in the kitchen, and by the distressed look on her face, he knew Logan’s cries were bothering her again.
“Oh, honey,” he says and hugs her from behind. “How long has he been crying like that?”
“I’ve tried everything, Walter!” Abby broke down into sobs. “He’s been fed, changed, bathed, and burped! I even took his temperature! I don’t know what to do now. He keeps crying!”
After becoming parents a month ago, everything in the couple’s lives changed. And if there was something that really distressed Walter, it was Logan’s cries.
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“Come, we’ll figure this out together,” Walter said and took Abby to Logan’s room.
He cheerfully approached Logan’s crib. But all he saw in the crib was a dictaphone and a note. Walter pressed the stop button on the dictaphone, and Logan’s cries stopped.
“What did you do?” Abby called from behind. Walter wasn’t listening. He held the note and zoned out. It wasn’t until Abby snatched the note from his hand and opened it that he realized what had occurred.
“I warned you that you’d regret being rude to me.
If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the luggage storage lockers near the pier.
If you go to the police, you’ll never see him again.”
“Oh my God!” Abby gasped. “What does it mean? Was I rude to someone? Were you? Who would kidnap Logan?”
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Walter recalled the janitor he’d mistreated at the maternity hospital. He was bringing a cute bear-shaped pot for Abby while she was admitted to the hospital, but the pot broke when he tripped over the janitor’s broom.
Furious, Walter called the man awful names, and the janitor said, “You’ll regret it!”
“We’ll have to go to the police, honey,” Walter said, snapping out of his thoughts. “It must be him!”
“What? The note says we’ll never see Logan again if we go to the police, Walter. We should just pay the ransom!”
“We don’t know if he’ll return Logan if we do that. Think about it, honey. This guy is a janitor… there’s no way he’d know if we went to the police, and since we know where he works, they might be able to go straight to the maternity hospital, arrest him, and bring Logan home to us.”
Abby agreed.
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Walter parked their car outside the station. He and Abby were about to exit the vehicle when Walter’s phone buzzed with a message.
“This is your first and last warning. If you enter that police station, your kid’s going into the bay. Get the money to the location mentioned below.”
Abby gasped as she read the message, and Walter looked around, trying to spot the kidnapper. But there were too many people. The only way to rescue Logan now was to pay the ransom.
Walter decided to drive to the bank right away, but Abby’s condition deteriorated. She threw up once and was about to throw up for a second time. It was better to drive her home, Walter decided.
“Don’t hate me for it, honey, but that’s the best for you,” he said. And Abby didn’t protest.
“Fine…But Walter…does that kidnapper even know about caring for a newborn?” she asked and broke down into tears.
Walter said nothing and drove her home. But his imagination wasn’t immune to dark thoughts. He kept imagining Logan in a dark room, crying for help that never came.
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Somehow pulling himself together, Walter drove to the bank. Then he visited the storage locker mentioned by the kidnapper and placed the money inside it.
There were too many people around for him to spot the janitor, but Walter knew he would be somewhere nearby, watching him. So Walter returned to his car, drove a short distance, and parked around the lockers again. It wasn’t long before he spotted the janitor from the maternity hospital.
The janitor opened the locker. Walter sat up straighter, but then a tourist group walked past, hiding the janitor from view.
“Move it!” Walter snapped.
Painful minutes stretched out as the tourists headed toward one of the statues. After the last few people in the group eventually passed the lockers, Walter swore. The janitor had disappeared.
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Walter barely dared to breathe as he scanned the crowd. The man had been wearing the sort of flashy shirt sold in the more eclectic, hippie-themed stores, so he shouldn’t have been hard to spot.
There! A wave of relief washed over him as Walter spotted the janitor crossing the road. He was carrying the bag of money Walter had placed in the locker. Walter leaped from his car and followed him.
The man led him around a parking lot, past a variety of restaurants and several museums before he turned into a bus station. They were heading toward another row of lockers.
The janitor placed the bag inside a locker. When he turned around, Walter was ready. He shoved the janitor up against the lockers and held him there with his forearm.
“Where is my son?” Walter demanded. “I’ve done everything you asked, you jerk; now return Logan to me!”
“Look, I was offered $100 to collect the package and then drop it off here,” the man said. “I don’t know about your son!”
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“Don’t you dare lie!”
“I’m not! Some guy paid me to deliver the package! I ran into him in the parking lot after work one day, but he was standing with the light behind him, so I didn’t see his face. I have two kids of my own. I’d never hurt someone else’s child.”
Something about the janitor’s eyes told Walter the older man wasn’t lying. He let the man go, then opened the locker. But it was empty. Somebody had cut a hole in the back.
Walter jogged around to the back of the lockers. The hole was covered from the back with a thin steel plate, loosely secured by two screws. Nobody around was carrying a bag like the one he’d placed the money into.
Walter didn’t know how to break the news to Abby. Logan was their miracle baby. They’d been struggling for years before they conceived him. And now, he had lost his only chance to get Logan back.
Walter entered his home. He checked all the rooms downstairs but didn’t find Abby anywhere. He went upstairs to check their bedroom and noticed Abby’s things were gone.
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At first, Walter suspected she was kidnapped. He called her. Countless times. But she never answered. Then it dawned on him that the kidnapper wouldn’t have taken all of Abby’s things. Even her hand lotion was missing.
Walter was crushed, to say the least. How could Abby do this to them? No wonder she’d been so eager to return home after feeling sick. She had also insisted they pay the ransom. Abby was Logan’s kidnapper. Did she have an accomplice?
The only thing that consoled Walter’s heart was that the ransom money was fake. He would find a way to get his son back.
Walter drove to the maternity hospital where Logan was born, and near the vending machine, he found the man he was looking for—a doctor.
“Hi,” Walter approached him. “I hope you can help me. I need someone to call my wife—”
“I’m not a phone service,” the doctor replied sharply.
“You don’t understand. I’m willing to pay you handsomely for your assistance, doctor, and your silence.”
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The doctor studied Walter through narrowed eyes. He slowly smiled as Walter explained his situation and told him what he wanted the doctor to tell Abby.
Walter then retrieved his wallet and furtively showed the doctor the dollar bills inside it. The man nodded. “Okay, we have a deal. Come with me!”
Walter followed the doctor to a nurse’s station on the second floor. All the nurses were checking on their patients, judging by the activity in the hallways. Nobody took much notice as the doctor lifted the phone and dialed Abby’s number.
“Good morning, Mrs. Taylor; this is Dr. Jones from the maternity hospital. I’m calling to inform you that we just discovered something very serious in one of the routine tests we performed on your son after he was born. He needs to come in for treatment immediately.”
Walter heard Abby’s emotional outcry from the other side of the nurse’s station but couldn’t make out her exact words.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss the details over the phone. All I can say for now is that he has a rare genetic condition. I’m sure he does seem fine now, but that could change at any moment. He’s at a higher risk for SIDS and several other life-threatening conditions. You really need to bring him in today, Mrs. Taylor.”
Dr. Jones ended the call a few minutes later and showed Walter a thumbs-up.
“She’s going to bring the baby in ASAP.” Dr. Jones held out his hand and wriggled his fingers. “I did my bit. Now it’s time for you to pay up.”
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Walter paid the doctor and went back downstairs. He wandered around for a few minutes before his phone started ringing. His lip curled in disgust when he checked the caller ID.
“You have some nerve to phone me after what you did, Abby,” Walter said. “Where’s Logan? I demand you bring him back.”
“Says the man who doesn’t even care enough about him to pay the ransom!” Abby shrieked. “That money was all fake, you tight-fisted jerk. Logan needs to see a doctor urgently, and I can’t take him because of you. Where’s the real money, Walter?”
“In my account, where it’s been all along. What’s wrong with Logan, or is this just another scheme to get my money?”
Abby swore at him and began to cry. “I told you; he’s sick! You’ve got to send me the money so he can receive treatment. He’ll die without it.”
“I won’t let my son die! I’ll pay,” Walter replied and hung up.
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Hearing Abby confirm she was behind Logan’s kidnapping broke his heart all over again. It took a few minutes before he pulled himself together enough to send her an immediate payment via his money transfer app. Now, all he had to do was wait.
***
Tears trailed down Walter’s cheeks when his little brother, James, entered the hospital with Abby. James held Logan against his chest while Abby spoke to the receptionist.
It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion as the police officers and FBI agents came forward and surrounded Abby and James. Walter had informed the cops beforehand.
“You’re under arrest for kidnapping!” an FBI agent called out. “Hand the child over, nice and slowly, and raise your hands.”
“Get away from us!” Abby shrieked as she moved to stand between the FBI agent and Logan. “My son is sick. He needs to see a doctor.”
“No, he isn’t,” Walter called out as he approached the group. “There’s nothing wrong with Logan at all.”
Abby’s gaze locked onto him. Walter watched as the fear and uncertainty in her eyes shifted into red-hot fury. She rushed forward as though to attack him. But the police tackled her. She and James were arrested.
Walter hugged his son, relieved to have him back. But Abby wasn’t done yet.
“You think you’ve won? Logan isn’t even yours! You couldn’t get me pregnant, remember? But whatever’s wrong with you clearly doesn’t run in the family!” she yelled.
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Walter froze. He looked at his brother, who wouldn’t even raise his head to look at him. It pained Walter. But nothing mattered because he had Logan with him.
“I will adopt him if that’s what I have to do!” he shot back. “I will watch him grow up while you two rot behind bars!” he said and left with Logan.
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My Future MIL Stormed Into the Church on Our Wedding Day, Waving a Letter and Objecting to Our Marriage
On what should have been the happiest day of Avril’s life, her future mother-in-law stormed into the church mid-ceremony, clutching a letter and DEMANDING THE WEDDING STOP. What followed wasn’t just a bombshell — it was a WHIRLWIND OF REVELATIONS Avril never saw coming.
Weddings are supposed to be joyful chaos, but mine was headed straight for uncharted territory. Allison, my future mother-in-law, had been nothing but a dream during the wedding preparations. She’d offered me her vintage wedding dress, helped me tailor it, and had a hand in the catering and decorations. I never doubted her care or acceptance of me… not even for a second.
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“You look absolutely breathtaking,” she had whispered just hours before the wedding, helping me into her restored vintage gown. “Like this dress was made for you.”
“I can’t thank you enough, Allison,” I’d replied, fighting back tears. “For everything. For making me feel like family already.”
Her eyes had welled up then, and I thought everything would be perfect… until Allison suddenly disappeared during the ceremony. She stormed back into the church, shouting, “STOP IT!” while waving a letter in the air. I felt like the ground had been yanked from under me.
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The murmurs in the room were deafening as Allison strode toward me, her face blotchy from crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she grabbed my hands.
“I’m so sorry,” she choked out, trembling. “I doubted it, but now it’s confirmed.”
I glanced at Sam, my groom, who stood beside me, his face mirroring my confusion. “What’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Mom, please,” Sam whispered urgently, his hand tightening around mine. “Whatever this is, can’t it wait?”
“No,” Allison sobbed, her hands shaking. “No, it can’t wait. Not another minute. Not another second.”
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She turned to the crowd, her voice breaking as she apologized. “I’m so sorry, but I need to explain something important to the bride and groom in private. Sam and Avril, please come outside with me.”
“Avril,” my adoptive father called from the front row, half-rising from his seat. “Do you want me to —”
“It’s okay, Dad,” I managed, though my voice quivered. “We’ll handle this.”
The tension in the room was unbearable. Sam and I exchanged a glance before following her out of the church. My legs felt like lead, and my heart raced as we stepped into the winter sunlight.
The cold air bit at my skin as Allison turned to face us, clutching the letter like a lifeline. “I don’t even know how to say this,” she began, her words stumbling over each other.
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“Just tell us,” Sam said. “What’s going on, Mom? Why did you stop the wedding?”
“Sam, please,” I whispered, touching his arm. “She’s clearly upset. Let her explain.”
“A few months after Sam introduced you to me,” Allison began, looking at me, her eyes glistening with tears, “I noticed a birthmark behind your ear. It’s identical to mine.”
Her words didn’t make sense at first. I touched the small birthmark behind my ear instinctively.
“I thought it was just a coincidence,” she continued. “But a few days before the wedding, during dinner, I noticed the birthmark behind your ear again. It was so identical to mine, and I couldn’t shake the feeling. That’s when I made the decision.”
“The decision to do what?” I asked, the chill in my chest growing.
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She wiped her tears and looked me directly in the eyes. “That evening, I saw you brushing your hair and putting the brush in your bag. Later, I took a strand of hair from it and sent it for a DNA test. I wasn’t sure if the results would arrive in time, but they came this morning.”
“You did what?” Sam exploded, stepping forward. “Mom, how could you? That’s a complete invasion of —”
“Please,” Allison begged, reaching for his hand. “Please just let me finish.”
My stomach flipped. “A DNA test? Why would you do that? And what are you trying to say?”
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Allison took a deep breath. “When I was 15, I had a baby with a boy I loved in high school… a little girl. Your father ran away the moment I told him I was pregnant. I was young, and my parents forced me to give her up for adoption. I was devastated, but I had no choice. I never stopped thinking about her, but I signed the papers, agreeing I’d never contact her or find out what happened to her. I’ve spent years trying to find my daughter, but I never could… until now.”
My knees buckled. Sam grabbed my arm to steady me, but my mind was reeling.
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“You’re my daughter, Avril,” Allison whispered. “You’re the baby I gave up.”
The world tilted. “What?” I gasped. “I’m… YOUR DAUGHTER??”
“The DNA results confirmed it,” Allison said, her voice laced with emotion. “You’re my biological daughter.”
Sam and I stared at each other, and we were horrified.
“Oh God,” I choked out, my hand flying to my mouth. “Oh God, no, no, no… this can’t be.”
“But if you’re my mother,” I stammered, “then that would make Sam my —”
“No!” Allison interrupted, shaking her head. “No, you’re not siblings. Let me explain.”
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“Not siblings?” Sam’s voice cracked. “Mom, what are you saying? This doesn’t make any sense.”
She took a step closer, her hands shaking as she clutched the letter. “When I was 21, I got married. My late husband and I struggled with infertility, so we adopted a little boy. Sam was seven years old when we brought him home. He’s my son in every way that matters, but you and he aren’t related by blood, Avril.”
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Relief washed over me, but it was immediately drowned out by disbelief. Sam was silent beside me, his face pale and eyes brimming with tears.
“I remember that day,” he whispered. “The day you brought me home. You told me I was your miracle.”
“You were,” Allison sobbed, reaching for him. “You are. Both of you are my miracles.”
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“I didn’t want to ruin your wedding, Avril. But I had to tell you. You deserved to know the truth before marrying Sam. And now…” Her voice broke, and she covered her face. “Now I don’t just have a daughter-in-law. I have a daughter.”
The rest of the day felt like a blur. We went back into the church and finished the ceremony, but the mood had shifted. I caught glimpses of Allison sitting in the front row, her eyes red from crying.
At the reception, I couldn’t focus on the celebration. My brain was stuck in a loop, trying to make sense of everything. My mother-in-law was my biological mother. My husband wasn’t my brother, but he was still my mother’s son in a way.
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“I feel like I’m dreaming,” I whispered to my adoptive father as we shared our dance. “Dad, how is this real?”
He pulled me closer, his voice gruff with emotion. “You’re still my little girl. Nothing changes that. But maybe now you have room in your heart for two mothers?”
As Sam and I danced, he leaned in close. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice shaking. “How can any of this be okay?”
“We’ll figure this out,” he said softly, squeezing my hand. “You didn’t just marry me today — you found a piece of your family, too.”
“But what if it changes everything?” I whispered against his shoulder. “What if it changes us?”
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“Look at me,” he said, tilting my chin up. “Nothing could change how I feel about you. Nothing.”
I looked over at Allison, sitting at her table, watching us with hope and uncertainty. For the first time, I felt something shift in me.
The days after the wedding were filled with long conversations. Allison told me everything — about the guilt she’d carried for years, the desperate searches, and the sleepless nights wondering if her daughter was happy and safe.
“I used to write you letters,” she confessed one evening, pulling out a worn shoebox. “Every birthday and every Christmas. I never knew where to send them, but I couldn’t stop writing them.”
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“Sometimes,” she whispered, “I would see a young woman on the street with long dark hair like yours, and my heart would stop. I’d wonder, ‘Could that be her?’ But I never had the courage to approach anyone.”
“I don’t know how to feel,” I admitted. “This is… a lot.”
“I understand,” she said, tears filling her eyes. “Take all the time you need. I’m just so grateful you’re in my life now.”
And strangely, I was also grateful.
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A few weeks later, Allison came over for dinner. As we sat around the table, laughing and sharing stories, I realized something: family isn’t always about how you get there. Sometimes, it’s about what you do once you arrive.
“Do you remember,” Sam asked, grinning at his mother, “that time you caught me trying to mail myself to Disney World?”
“In a cardboard box!” Allison laughed, wiping tears from her eyes. “You’d packed a sandwich and everything!”
“Thank you for giving me my son back,” she said as we cleared the dishes.
“And thank you for giving me the mother I never knew I had,” I replied.
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“I have something for you,” she said suddenly, pulling an envelope from her purse. “It’s the first letter I ever wrote to you. I wrote it the day they took you away.”
My hands trembled as I took it. “I don’t know if I’m ready to read it yet.”
“That’s okay,” she smiled, squeezing my hand. “We have time now. All the time in the world.”
Sam walked into the room, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Looks like I married into one complicated, beautiful family,” he said with a grin.
“The best kind,” I replied, looking between my husband and the woman who was both my mother-in-law and my mother.
And for the first time, I realized he was right. Complicated, yes… but beautiful all the same.
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