My wife and I are both Black. We’ve been together for 10 years and married for 6. We’d been planning to have a baby for a long time, so when my wife finally got pregnant, I was overjoyed.
But she asked me not to be in the delivery room, even though I wanted to support her, so I respected her wishes.
When the doctor came out, his expression terrified me.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, my heart racing.
“The mother and baby are healthy, but… the baby’s appearance may shock you,” he said.
rushed in, and there she was holding a baby… with pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. My heart dropped. “YOU CHEATED!” I yelled.
My wife took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you long ago,” she said.
I was so blinded by disbelief and anger that I almost couldn’t see straight. The baby in my wife’s arms looked nothing like me, and for a moment, I felt betrayed in the worst possible way. I’d always trusted my wife, who I’ll call Sadie, without question. But seeing that tiny infant with fair skin and bright eyes rocked me to my core.
Sadie’s eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and sadness. I stood frozen for what felt like hours, my mind racing over all the possible explanations. Finally, she reached out with her free hand, her fingers trembling.
Kenneth,” she whispered, glancing at me. “Please, just listen.”
I didn’t want to listen. I just wanted to walk away, block out this unbelievable situation, and pretend it wasn’t happening. But something deep inside me urged me to stay. Maybe it was the love we had shared for ten years, or maybe it was the simple fact that walking out at that moment felt too final. So I forced myself to look into Sadie’s eyes.
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