“I’ve only been in his life for three years,” I said flatly, avoiding my husband’s eyes. “I’m not risking my health for a child who isn’t even mine.”The silence that followed was unbearable.My husband didn’t yell. He didn’t beg. He just sat there beside the hospital bed while his son slept under thin white blankets, machines softly beeping around him. The exhaustion in his face somehow made me angrier.