ON THE MORNING OF MY WEDDING, I FOUND A BABY ON MY DOORSTEP WITH A NOTE
I was fixing my veil when the doorbell rang. 7 a.m.? Maybe my MOH, Tessa. But when I opened the door, my stomach dropped. A BABY. A tiny, pink-bundled baby in a car seat. My hands shook as I spotted a note pinned to the blanket. “The baby is Nate’s now. Ask him yourself.” Nate….