Emerging from the bathroom, I re-read the pregnancy test to make sure. Nervously, I approached my partner, Jon, 52.
It was September 2024, and we’d been together for just over a year.
We weren’t looking to have children as Jon had two grown-up daughters, so I wasn’t sure how he’d react. “I’m pregnant,” I blurted. Gently, he wrapped his arms around me.
“Our baby will be so loved,” he said, smiling.
It was a relief, but I still wondered what my mum, Josephine, 43, would say when I told her.
She was younger than Jon, and even though she knew I was happy with him, she was protective of me.
When they first met, she’d grilled him about why he would want to date someone so much younger.
“Because I…
