Husband Returns from Business Trip and Sees Newborn Baby on Table with Two Notes beside — Story of the Day

A man is accused of being the father of a baby abandoned on his doorstep and it costs him his marriage and his way of life.

Kyle Greenbecker had spent a year working on an oil pipeline in Alaska, but finally, he was on his way home to his beautiful wife. He and Lisa met in high school, and Kyle had never regretted marrying her at nineteen.

Maybe he was old-fashioned, but Kyle was proud that Lisa was the only woman he’d been intimate with in his life. He didn’t need and didn’t want anyone else. It never occurred to him that Lisa would ever doubt him — and with good reason.

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When his plane landed, Kyle collected his luggage and walked out with the other passengers, scanning the crowd for Lisa’s beloved face, but she wasn’t there to pick him up.

Probably, Kyle thought, she’d been held up at work with some emergency. He sent her a quick text telling her he was on his way home but got no reply. He hopped into an Uber and in an hour he was walking up to his front door.

The lights were on in the lounge, but Lisa wasn’t there. He made his way to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, stunned. Resting on top of the kitchen table was a bassinet, and Kyle could see a small arm waving aimlessly.

He took a step closer. There was a bassinet with a baby on his kitchen table! The child was looking back at Kyle with that astonished look babies have, and Kyle stared back just as astonished.

Then he saw a folded paper on the table next to the bassinet. He picked it up and unfolded it. Inside was another sheet of paper with a message in a handwriting he didn’t recognize: “You had your fun, now take responsibility for your child.”

Meanwhile, the note addressed to him in Lisa’s elegant script read:

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“Kyle, yesterday I found this child on our doorstep with that note attached. I always suspected you cheated on me during your business trips, but I didn’t hold a grudge on you for that — after all, I had plenty of flings while you were away — but saddling me with someone else’s child is too much. I’ve filed for a divorce, and I earnestly hope I will never see you again.

“P.S. And about the baby, don’t worry, I only left when I saw you walk up the drive. Enjoy your life, Kyle, I certainly intend to enjoy mine.”

Kyle sat down and dropped his head in his hands. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. This child wasn’t his, he’d never cheated on Lisa, ever! A soft cooing sound made him raise his head.

The baby was waving its little hand in the air, so Kyle brought his own hand closer and to his surprise, the child grabbed onto his index finger with incredible strength.

“Well, baby,” Kyle said. “I guess it’s just us two, and I don’t know what to do with you!”

The baby cooed again and gurgled, then screwed up his face in an alarming way and turned bright red. “Oh my God!” cried Kyle. “What’s happening?” A certain smell quickly elucidated him.

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Yep, it was diaper time. But was there even a diaper? On the floor next to the table was a large backpack with several snap pockets that he’d never seen before. Kyle found a bewildering array of items inside and the diapers.

He quickly googled diaper change and watched carefully as a woman on YouTube demonstrated on a life-like doll how to change a diaper.

Kyle started following her instructions but things didn’t run that smoothly. The woman’s life-like doll didn’t move its legs, or sink its kicking heels in the stinking and unmentionable contents of the dirty diaper! After wiping the baby clean, Kyle realized it was a girl, and he didn’t know anything about girls!

“I won’t be giving you dating advice,” he told the baby solemnly. “But I can teach you how to ride a bike.”

Kyle realized in that moment that he intended to keep this baby.

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He picked up the freshly diapered baby and said, “You need me, and I guess I need you too. So how about it, kid?”

Kyle once again consulted the YouTube baby-guru to prepare the formula and settled the baby in the crook of his arm for her feed.

“You need a name, you know that? How about… Celeste? Do you like that? Or Lily…”

If anyone had told Kyle that he would settle into fatherhood so easily and so smoothly he would never have believed it. Lily had her moments and her tantrums, but somehow things worked out.

Kyle registered Lily as his child and enrolled her in daycare. For him, her birthday was on the day he’d found her. But it was on Lily’s second birthday that Kyle’s world fell apart.

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A woman knocked on her door. “I’ve come for my baby,” she said. Kyle just looked at her. She was tall, blonde, and thin, with huge breasts that were obviously a product of a plastic surgeon’s art.

“Your what?” Kyle asked.

A real parent is the one who loves and cherishes the child.

“My baby,” she snapped. “I left her here two years ago? Sorry about that, but I was a bit stoned and my boyfriend lives on the next block over and I got confused. You know how it is!”

“Sorry, I don’t know how that is because I’ve never abandoned a child on anyone’s doorstep,” Kyle said coldly. “I’d get a move on if I were you, or I’ll call the police.”

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“Now look here,” the woman said sharply. “I figured I made a mistake about a week later when Burt didn’t take my calls, but now I need that baby!”

“You need her?” asked Kyle angrily. “What do you need her for?”

“Burt just got himself a Major League contract,” the woman said. “And that baby’s gone make sure some of those millions land in my bank account!”

Kyle ran the woman off, but he had a feeling he hadn’t seen the last of her. He was right. A week later he was summoned to family court. A Miss Cherish Vegas was contesting his adoption of baby Lily.

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Suddenly, Kyle was showered with injunctions, was visited by Social Services at odd hours of the day or night, and his friends and co-workers were being questioned. Cherish really meant to get her hands on those millions!

Finally, the day of the hearing arrived. Kyle nervously handed over Lily to the social worker for the duration of the hearing and walked in. Cherish was there, of course, and a tall man with Lily’s blue eyes was on her side of the court. This could only be the famous Burt!

Cherish cried and sniveled and told the judge how much she loved and missed her baby, and how her wild college days (now long past and deeply regretted) had led her to place her in Kyle’s care.

The judge looked down at the papers in front of her. “By in his care, you mean on his porch, isn’t that right, Miss Vegas?” asked the judge.

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Cherish flushed red. “Well, I’m still her mama! No one can deny that!” she screamed.

The judge looked at Burt. “You sir, you are the father?”

Burt lumbered to his feet and said, “I guess I must be…”

The judge fixed him with a flinty eye. “Are you prepared and able to take on the parental responsibilities for this child?”

Cherish screamed, “You bet he is, judge, he just signed a three million dollar contract to play ball…”

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“Oh!” cried the judge. “Finally, the truth is out! Tell me, Miss Vegas, what name did you give your daughter?”

“Name?” asked Cherish, confused. “Why, she’ll have her daddy’s name., since he’ll be paying child support!”

Kyle stood up. “Your honor,” he said. “May I address the court?”

“Yes, Mr. Greenbecker,” said the judge. “Please do.”

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“Ma’am, my daughter’s name is Lily, and she does have her father’s name — mine. Since the moment that child came into my life I’ve loved her, and she loves me.”

At that moment, Lily, who had been playing with the social worker’s necklace noticed that Kyle was standing up. “Daddy!” she cried and stretched out her arms.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems to me that the case has been decided by the principal party,” the judge said. “I hereby overturn all claims of custody of the child Lily Grennbecker and confirm Kyle Greenbecker’s custody and adoption.

That night, Kyle celebrated his victory in court and he and Lily spent the evening catching lightning bugs in the garden. “Stars!” cried Lily. But for Kyle, the brightest star of all was his little girl.

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What can we learn from this story?

  • A real parent is one who loves and cherishes the child. Kyle took care of Lily and loved her as if she were his own.
  • A heartless woman will use anyone, even her child, for profit. Cherish didn’t want Lily, she just wanted Burt’s money.

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My Dad Left Me When I Was 13 — Ten Years Later, I Saw Him on the Side of the Road Hitchhiking with a Little Girl

The man Mom and I loved to the core tore our hearts apart and abandoned us when I was 13. Ten years later, I pulled over for a hitchhiker, only to see my dad with a little girl by his side. The scars never faded. Will this new encounter heal them or deepen the wound?

The day my dad left, the world lost its color. I remember standing in our driveway, watching his car disappear around the corner. The rubber of his tires on the asphalt made a sound I’ll never forget, like hope being slowly crushed…

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Silhouette of a sad girl | Source: Midjourney

“Dad!” I screamed, running after him. “Dad, come back!”

But he didn’t. He just… left. No explanation, no goodbye. Just gone.

I turned to look at my mom, Crystal. She stood in the doorway, her face brimming with shock and disbelief. “Mom?” I whispered, my voice small and scared.

She blinked, seeming to remember I was there. “Oh, Ellie, come here, baby.”

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Distressed mother hugging her daughter | Source: Midjourney

I ran into her arms, burying my face in her shirt. It smelled like home, like safety. But even as she held me, I could feel her shaking.

“Why did he go, Mom?” I had asked, my words muffled against her. “Why did Dad leave us?”

She stroked my hair, her touch gentle but unsteady. “I don’t know, sweetie. I just don’t know.”

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An upset girl with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

As we stood there, clinging to each other, I made a silent promise to be strong for her. I had to be.

“We’ll be okay, Mom,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. “We’ve got each other.”

She squeezed me tighter, and I felt a tear drop onto my head. “Yes, we do, Ellie. We always will.”

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A desperate young girl crying | Source: Pixabay

Ten years passed in a blur of struggle and slow healing. Mom and I became a team, facing the world together. We had our rough patches. Times when the absence of my dad felt like a physical ache.

But we made it through. We had each other. It was enough. And then, in an instant, everything changed.

I was driving home from work on a busy highway one evening, the setting sun painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.

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A woman driving a car | Source: Unsplash

The radio played softly, some pop song about lost love that I barely registered. My mind was on dinner plans and the pile of laundry waiting for me at home.

That’s when I saw them.

A man and a little girl, standing on the side of the highway, thumbs out. Something about the man’s posture, the way he stood protectively next to the girl, made my heart skip a beat. I slowed down, squinting through the windshield.

No. It couldn’t be.

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A man standing with a little girl on the roadside | Source: Midjourney

I pulled over, my hands shaking as I put the car in park.

In the rearview mirror, I watched them approach. The little girl skipped along, holding the man’s hand and chattering away. AND THE MAN…?

My blood ran cold. It was HIM… my DAD.

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A shocked young woman’s eyes | Source: Midjourney

He looked older, of course. His hair was grayer, his face more lined and exhausted. But there was no mistaking those eyes, the same eyes I saw every time I looked in the mirror.

I got out of the car on unsteady legs, my mouth dry. “Need a ride?” I called out, my voice sounding strange to my own ears.

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A startled young woman | Source: Midjourney

He turned, a grateful smile starting to form on his face. Then he saw me, and the smile vanished, replaced by shock and something that looked a lot like shame.

“Ellie?” he gasped, his eyes wide.

The little girl looked between us, confusion clear on her face. “Do you know her, Bill?” she asked.

Bill. Not Dad. Just… Bill. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I know her.”

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A smiling girl looking up | Source: Pexels

The car ride was tense, filled with an awkward silence that seemed to suck all the air out of the vehicle.

I gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I focused on the road ahead to avoid looking at the man in my passenger seat, the man who was supposed to be my father.

The man who had so easily abandoned his family. The man who had so heartlessly moved on, breaking our hearts while building a sand castle of his own.

The little girl hummed quietly in the backseat, oblivious to the emotional storm brewing in the front.

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A young woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Tell me that’s not my sister,” I said, breaking the silence.

My dad flinched as if I’d struck him with an axe. He stared straight ahead, his hands clasped tightly in his lap.

“Her name’s Sarah. She’s… she’s not your sister, Ellie. Not by blood.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. But that didn’t make it any easier for me.

“Then who is she?”

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Portrait of a sad senior man | Source: Midjourney

Dad sighed, his shoulders slumping as though he was carrying the whole world’s burden.

“She’s the daughter of someone I’ve been with for a few years,” he admitted. “Her mom… she left us a few months back. I’ve been doing my best to take care of Sarah. Moved here last month.”

The irony of his situation wasn’t lost on me. I let out a bitter laugh.

“Wow. So you know what it feels like now? To be left behind? To be abandoned by someone you love? Ever heard of the infamous saying, ‘What goes around comes around?!’”

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A sad man’s eyes | Source: Midjourney

Dad’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. “I’ve made mistakes, Ellie. A lot of them. But I’m trying to make up for it, even if it’s too late for you and your mom.”

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “Do you have any idea what you did to us? How hard it was for us? For me? Can you imagine how kids at school teased and bullied me? How Mom struggled alone to raise me and play both Dad and Mom for me?”

In the rearview mirror, I saw Sarah’s confused face. She didn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of this. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

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A woman sitting in a car turning to her side | Source: Midjourney

“I’m sorry,” Dad whispered. “I know it doesn’t change anything, but I am so, so sorry.”

“Sorry? You don’t stab a person in the heart and say sorry!”

“Ellie, please forgive me… I’m sorry. Really.”

I didn’t respond. What could I say? Sorry won’t erase ten years of absence, of wondering why I wasn’t enough to make him stay. Sorry won’t magically bring back the happiness that was once stolen from Mom and me.

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A teary-eyed woman in a car | Source: Midjourney

As we neared the address he’d given me, Sarah spoke up from the backseat. “Are you Bill’s friend?”

I met her eyes in the mirror, seeing the curiosity there. For a moment, I considered telling her the truth. But looking at her hopeful face, I couldn’t bring myself to shatter her little world.

“Something like that,” I said softly, forcing a smile. “A forgotten friend.”

I pulled up to the curb, my hands shaking. The silence that had haunted me during the ride now felt suffocating.

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A car outside a house | Source: Midjourney

My dad unbuckled his seatbelt, his movements slow and hesitant. He turned to face me, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with regret.

“Thank you for the ride, Ellie. I… I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I want you to know how sorry I am. For everything.”

I stared straight ahead, unable to look at him. My throat felt tight, choked with all the words I wanted to say but couldn’t.

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A distressed senior man | Source: Midjourney

“Take care of her,” I finally whispered, nodding towards Sarah in the backseat. “Don’t screw this up like you did with us. It’s very easy to break someone’s heart and walk away. Don’t do that to her.”

He nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek. “I will. I promise.”

As he got out of the car, Sarah leaned forward. “Thank you for the ride, Miss Ellie,” she said brightly. “It was nice to meet you!”

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A young girl smiling | Source: Pexels

I turned to her, managing a small smile. “It was nice to meet you too, Sarah. Take care of yourself, okay?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “I will! Bye!”

I watched as they walked away, Sarah’s small hand in my dad’s larger one. They looked like a normal father and daughter, heading home after a long day.

But I knew the complicated truth that lay beneath that simple illusion.

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Silhouette of a man and a little girl approaching their house | Source: Midjourney

As they disappeared from view, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. For years, I had carried the pain of my father’s abandonment, letting it shape my life and my relationships.

But seeing him now, I realized something important: I didn’t need his approval or his love to be whole.

I started the car, wiping away a stray tear. The sun had set completely now, the sky a deep, velvety blue. As I drove away, a warm, comforting feeling seeped into my heart. I had my own life to live, and I wasn’t going to let the past define me anymore.

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A concerned young woman in a car | Source: Midjourney

My phone buzzed with a text from my mom, “Everything okay, honey? You’re usually home by now.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of love for the woman who had been both mother and father to me. “On my way, Mom,” I typed back. “I love you.”

As I hit send, I realized that sometimes, the family you choose is more important than the one you’re born into. And I had chosen well. I don’t need a father to shield or shower me with affection. I have the most powerful force in my universe: MY MOTHER.

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A woman driving a car at night | Source: Unsplash

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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