On Thanksgiving Eve, a single moment unraveled everything I thought I knew about love, family, and the future I’d planned. One unexpected encounter forced me to face a choice I never saw coming.
My cart was brimming with everything needed for the perfect Thanksgiving Eve: turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, and even a bouquet of fresh flowers for the centerpiece. It was a ritual I loved, a chance to create something warm and special, even if Paul and I hadn’t fully agreed on what “special” meant for our future.
Passing the baby aisle, I couldn’t help but slow down. Rows of soft onesies and tiny shoes drew my gaze. I imagined the life I longed for—children laughing, little hands helping set the table. Paul hadn’t warmed to the idea yet, but I told myself he would someday.
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“I need to grab some wine,” Paul said suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts. “Why don’t you finish up here? I’ll meet you at the car.”
“Okay. Don’t be long.”
He leaned in, kissed my cheek lightly, and walked away toward the liquor section. Before I could reach for the whipped cream on my list, a frantic voice startled me.
“Excuse me! Please, can you hold her for just a minute?”
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I turned to see a woman, her face pale and her eyes darting around. Without waiting for my answer, she placed a small child in my arms.
“I’ll be right back!” she said hurriedly and disappeared into the aisles.
The little girl was so light in my arms, clutching a well-worn stuffed rabbit and staring up at me. Her light curls framed her face, giving her an angelic, fragile look.
“Uh… hi there,” I said, crouching down to her level and carefully setting her on her feet. “What’s your name?”
“Ella,” she whispered, holding her rabbit closer.
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“That’s a beautiful name.
I glanced around, hoping to catch sight of her mother, but the aisle was empty. Minutes ticked by, turning into ten. Unease settled deep in my stomach.
I couldn’t wait any longer, so I walked with Ella to the security desk to seek help to locate her mother. The staff quickly made an announcement over the intercom, but no one came forward. Ella pressed herself against my side.
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“Mommy said I’d spend the holidays with a new mommy,” she whispered.
The words hit me like a blow. My throat tightened as I fought back the surge of emotion.
“Lisa?” Paul approached, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and frowning as he took in the scene.
“What’s going on?” he asked, glancing between Ella and me.
I explained quickly, my words tumbling out.
“We need to take her to the police,” Paul said firmly. “They’ll know what to do.”
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I hesitated, looking down at Ella. Her tiny hand was still gripping mine like I was the only thing anchoring her to safety.
“Paul, I…”
“This isn’t something you can solve, Lisa,” he interrupted. “It’s not safe to keep her with us.”
I nodded, feeling a heavy weight settle in my chest as we walked to the car. Ella climbed into the backseat. She didn’t cry or fuss, she just stared quietly out the window as the streetlights flickered past.
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***
Paul drove in silence. I glanced at Ella. Her small figure looked so vulnerable huddled in the back seat. With every passing mile, the pull to protect her only grew stronger.
“Is that turkey in the bag?” Ella’s small voice broke the silence.
“Yes,” I said, turning slightly to meet her gaze. “It’s for Thanksgiving dinner.”
“What’s Thanksgiving?” she asked, tilting her head as though trying to puzzle it out.
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“It’s a holiday where we celebrate everything we’re thankful for,” I explained. “We gather with family, share a big meal, and spend time together.”
She frowned slightly. “I’ve never had a Thanksgiving. Is turkey good?”
The simplicity of her question hit me harder than I expected.
“Turkey’s delicious. And cranberry sauce, too. Have you ever tried it?”
Ella shook her head, clutching the rabbit closer. “No. Mommy says holidays are for other people.”
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My heart ached for her. As the police station came into view, I felt my pulse quicken.
“Paul, pull over,” I said suddenly, pointing to a gas station on the right.
“What?” He glanced at me, his brows knitting together. “We’re almost there, Lisa. Let’s just get this done.”
“Please, Paul. I need a moment to think.”
With a huff of frustration, he turned into the gas station and parked by the pumps. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out into the crisp November air.
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Paul followed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not sure we should take her to the station yet. She’s just a child, Paul. She’s never had a Thanksgiving dinner. She’s never even tasted turkey.”
“And how is that our problem?” he shot back, gesturing toward the car. “Lisa, this isn’t our responsibility.”
“Maybe not. But doesn’t she deserve one happy evening? One night where she feels safe and loved?”
“Are you serious right now? You want to bring a stranger’s kid into our home? Do you even hear yourself?”
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I nodded. At that moment, Paul strode to the car, opened the back door, and motioned for Ella to get out.
“Paul, wait…” I started, panic rising in my chest.
“Good luck, Lisa,” he said coldly, climbing back into the driver’s seat.
Without another glance, he pulled away, leaving Ella and me standing at the gas station.
“It’s okay,” Ella whispered, looking up at me with a brave smile.
Her words both broke and steadied me. I knew I couldn’t turn back.
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***
Ella and I returned to the store. As we wandered through the aisles, I let her pick out a few extra decorations—paper turkeys, bright orange streamers, and even a tiny plush turkey she hugged tightly as if it were a long-lost friend.
“Can we get these too?” she asked, pointing to a pack of colorful paper napkins with cartoon pilgrims on them.
“Of course,” I said, smiling. “Anything else?”
She tilted her head thoughtfully, then grabbed a bag of marshmallows. “These.”
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I couldn’t go back to Paul’s place, but thankfully, I had my small apartment. It wasn’t festive or particularly grand, but it was mine. So, arriving at my apartment, we began the transformation.
Ella’s enthusiasm was contagious as she helped unpack the bags. Later, she insisted on stirring the cranberry sauce, her small hands gripping the wooden spoon tightly as she stood on a step stool.
“Is this okay?” she asked, looking up at me.
“It’s perfect,” I assured her. “You’re a natural.”
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The apartment began to glow from the warmth Ella brought into the space. When the turkey was finally ready, I carried it to the table, and Ella gasped as if I had presented her with a treasure.
“It’s so big,” she whispered, her eyes as round as the plates I’d set out.
“Let’s eat!” I said, pulling out a chair for her.
She hesitated, standing by her seat. “This is like a real Thanksgiving, right?”
“It is. The realest one I’ve ever had.”
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We sat together, and Ella’s laughter rang out as she tried cranberry sauce for the first time, her face scrunching up before she declared it “weird but good.”
Ella sat on the floor, cradling her plush turkey and staring at the glowing candles.
“Tomorrow, it’ll be over. I know I can’t stay.”
I knelt beside her, pulling her into my arms. “Ella, I wish you could. But tonight is ours, okay? No one can take this away.”
She nodded against my shoulder. “Thank you for today. It was the best day ever.”
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Meanwhile, a sharp knock at the door shattered the moment. I opened the door to find two representatives from Child Protective Services standing there. Behind them, Paul stood silently.
The CPS worker knelt at Ella’s level. “Hi, sweetie. We’re here to take you somewhere safe.”
Ella’s grip on my arm tightened. “Do I have to go?”
“They’ll take good care of you. I promise.”
Her small hand slipped from mine as they gently led her away. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she kept looking back at me, her turkey clutched tightly to her chest.
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***
As the door closed behind the CPS workers, I stood frozen, the emptiness of the apartment settling over me. Ella’s laughter still echoed faintly in my ears, but the warmth of the evening had vanished. I barely registered Paul’s footsteps as he walked up behind me.
“Well,” he said casually, his tone almost cheerful. “Let’s head to my place. We can still have that Thanksgiving dinner we planned.”
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I turned to him slowly. “Paul… are you serious?”
My voice wavered, caught somewhere between disbelief and anger. He frowned slightly as if he couldn’t quite grasp what I was upset about.
“What? I know tonight’s been… different, but we can still salvage it. I’ve got everything ready back home.”
“Paul,” I said, my words sharp, “how can you even think about that right now?”
“Is this about earlier? Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have left you two like that. I… I overreacted.”
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I stared at him. “You weren’t thinking clearly? Paul, a little girl needed one evening of love, of feeling like someone cared about her!”
He stepped closer, his hands raised in a gesture of appeasement.
“I get it. And I’m sorry. But Lisa, you can’t let this ruin everything. We’re good together as we are. Why complicate things with kids?”
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“Paul, this isn’t just about Ella. I’m 36. It’s about the family I’ve dreamed of.”
“Lisa, I love you. Isn’t that enough?”
“Not really. Not in the way I need us to be.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I am.”
“I guess this is it, then,” Paul muttered, heading for the door.
I didn’t stop him. The life I had imagined with him was nothing more than an illusion.
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***
That night, sleep was impossible. I lay awake, my mind replaying every moment with Ella. By morning, I drove to CPS and explained my intentions. The caseworker warned me of the challenges.
“These processes take time. It won’t be easy.”
“I’ll wait,” I said without hesitation. “However long it takes.”
Weeks passed. Finally, on Christmas Eve, the call came. My approval had been finalized. Ella was coming home.
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When I opened the door to see her standing there, her small face breaking into a smile, the weight of the past months disappeared. She ran into my arms, hugging me tightly.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Welcome home, Ella.”
That night, we decorated a Christmas tree together, stringing lights and hanging ornaments. Ella became my miracle, the heart of every holiday to come, and the family I had dreamed of for so long.
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Pregnant woman forms bond with pregnant stray cat, then they give birth at same time
When you’re expecting a baby, it’s always nice to have a friend who is also pregnant to share the experience — even if they’re not actually a human.
Two years ago, a pregnant woman took in a pregnant cat, and the two moms-to-be shared a bond — eventually giving birth at the same time!
Lauren Maners loves animals, and often volunteers to foster shelter animals in need of love. But when she was pregnant last year, she decided to take a break from caring for pets, instead focusing on her baby.
But fate had other plans. Months into her pregnancy, Lauren and her husband Kainan found a stray cat that they couldn’t turn away.
They found the stray, a white female cat they named Dove, on the side of the road, “extremely skinny and injured,” Lauren told Bored Panda.
Dove had reportedly been eating out of dumpsters. And the mom-to-be realized that the cat was also pregnant. Unable to find Dove’s owner or secure a place in a no-kill shelter, Lauren knew she couldn’t turn away a fellow expectant mother, and took her in.
“I couldn’t just leave her knowing that she was going to have to take care of her babies in the wild,” Lauren said.
“I knew that she was in bad shape and also felt a sort of connection to her due to us both being very pregnant,” she told The Dodo. “I managed to catch her by luring her up to me with our leftover food and wrapping her in my jacket, and we brought her to the vet.”
Lauren committed to fostering Dove and her future litter of kittens, and the former stray quickly made herself at home.
“She would follow me around everywhere I went, and loved sitting outside with me in the mornings in our fenced-in area and letting me rub her belly while we ate breakfast together,” Lauren said.
And in return for taking good care of the cat, Lauren got a sweet companion with whom she could share a real motherly connection. The two new friends were going through the same experience together, and Lauren joked on social media that they formed an exclusive “Pregnant Girls Club.”
“I and Dove had an instant bond,” she told Bored Panda. “It was like she also knew that I was pregnant and that I was a friend. She was not instantly trusting of my husband the way she was of me.”
Weeks went by, and soon both pregnant ladies were preparing to give birth — and it turned out their due dates were very close.
Finally, the day came, and Lauren gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Kylie.
And after returning from the hospital, she discovered even more good news — and an amazing coincidence: Dove had also given birth!
While she’s not sure exactly what time Dove had her six kittens, she suspects the cat’s birth aligned pretty closely with her own: “They were very possibly born at the same time,” she told The Dodo.
Lauren continued to foster the cat family while caring for her newborn baby, and she continued to share a bond with Dove on their motherhood journey. She even says that baby Kylie started to bond with the kittens.
After months of fostering, it became time to find home for all the cats. Lauren helped all the kittens get adopted into good homes, and she told The Dodo that Dove was taken in by a friend of hers, so she can still keep in touch.
While caring for this pregnant cat during her pregnancy was an amazing experience, Lauren also emphasized that it isn’t something you should try to emulate: it’s important to spay and neuter your cats to help reduce the stray cat population.
What an adorable story. Thank you to Lauren for taking such good care of these cats and looking out for a fellow mom. It goes to show the real unexpected bonds that can form between humans and animals.
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