The one week James had given Emily passed quickly. Each day he watched her, waiting to see if she would change her mind. But Emily held her ground. She fed the baby, cleaned the house, and went about her duties, but she never once mentioned the hospital. On the seventh day, James sat in the living room while Emily bathed the baby. When she came out, holding the child wrapped in a soft towel, James cleared his throat. “Emily,” he began quietly, “I gave you one week. That week has ended. Are you ready now to take this child to the hospital?” Emily did not answer immediately. She carried the baby to the bedroom, dressed him, and then returned to the sitting room. James was still waiting. “Emily, I am talking to you,” he said firmly. She sighed. “James, how many times will I say it? I am not going anywhere. Stop pressing me. I will not do any DNA test. I will not do any hospital test. You are the father of this child, and that is final.” James leaned forward, trying to remain calm. “If I a...
Emily was in her room that night. She is sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her belly. She was in her ninth month of pregnancy, and she had been counting down the days. For years, she and her husband, James, had prayed for a child. They had tried doctors, prayed in churches, and visited specialists. Nothing worked. Until one day, 9 months ago, Emily told James the news he had been waiting to hear — she was pregnant.
From that day, James treated her like gold. He made sure she never lacked anything. He was excited, nervous, and happy at the same time. Every night, he would place his hand gently on her belly and talk to the baby.
On this night in Texas, as the clock moved past 11pm, Emily felt a sharp pain. She gasped and held her belly tighter. The pain came again, stronger this time.
“James… It’s time. I'm in labour,” she said quietly but firmly.
James jumped from the chair where he had been watching TV. “Are you sure?”
“Yes… I think I’m in labour.”
He grabbed the hospital bag they had kept ready for weeks and helped her to the car. The streets were quiet at that hour. He drove quickly but carefully, glancing at her every few seconds. She was in the back seat.
They arrived at the hospital, and nurses rushed to take Emily inside. James wanted to follow her, but a nurse stopped him at the door to the labour room.
“Sir, you have to wait outside. We will call you.”
James nodded and stepped back. He sat down in the waiting area, his elbows on his knees, and began to pray. “God, please keep my wife safe. Please let my baby arrive in peace.”
Minutes felt like hours. Finally, a nurse came out smiling.
“Congratulations, sir. You have a baby boy.”
James stood up so fast the chair almost fell over. “Is Emily okay?”
“She’s fine. They’re both fine. Come with me.” The nurse said.
She led him to a small room where the baby lay wrapped in a white blanket. The nurse placed the baby in James’s arms.
James looked down at his son. But instead of joy filling him, he froze. The baby’s skin was dark. Not just a little — very dark.
James’s eyes moved from the baby’s face to his tiny hands. There was no mistake. This was a black baby. James and Emily were both white.
He said nothing. He handed the baby back to the nurse slowly. His mind was crowded with questions, but he kept his mouth shut. This was not the place to talk.
Emily was brought out of the labour room and taken to a ward. James followed her and stayed by her side. He kissed her forehead, congratulated her, and even smiled when visitors came. But inside, his thoughts would not stop.
Three days later, Emily was discharged from the hospital. James drove them home in silence. Emily thought he was just tired.
When they reached home, James helped her settle on the sofa. The baby was asleep in his cot. James stood in front of her.
“Emily,” he said slowly, “I want to ask you something.”
She looked up at him. “What is it?”
James’s voice was calm, but it was clear he was not happy. “Why is our baby black?”
Emily frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. Look at him. He is clearly a black baby. Emily, we are both white. Explain this to me.”
Emily shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “James, maybe it’s from some generations back… maybe someone in our family…”
“Stop. Don’t say that. You and I both know there’s nothing like that in our family lines. Emily, I want the truth. Did you sleep with another man?”
Emily was shocked to hear the question. “James! How can you even say that to me? After all these years together? After everything we’ve been through?”
James took a step closer. “Because there’s no other explanation. We’ve been married eight years. We have no history of this in our families. Now suddenly, after all the struggles, you get pregnant and the baby is black?”
Emily’s voice rose. “Are you calling me a cheat?”
“I am asking you for the truth. If you made a mistake, say it now.”
“I did not cheat on you, James. I swear to God.”
James stared at her for a long moment. He wanted to believe her. He wanted to push away the doubt, but the picture of the baby’s face was clear in his mind.
“I don’t believe you,” James said quietly.
Emily gasped. “So you think I am lying?”
“Yes. And I am not going to let this go. Emily, we must have a DNA test. I don’t want to raise another man’s child.”
From that day, James treated her like gold. He made sure she never lacked anything. He was excited, nervous, and happy at the same time. Every night, he would place his hand gently on her belly and talk to the baby.
On this night in Texas, as the clock moved past 11pm, Emily felt a sharp pain. She gasped and held her belly tighter. The pain came again, stronger this time.
“James… It’s time. I'm in labour,” she said quietly but firmly.
James jumped from the chair where he had been watching TV. “Are you sure?”
“Yes… I think I’m in labour.”
He grabbed the hospital bag they had kept ready for weeks and helped her to the car. The streets were quiet at that hour. He drove quickly but carefully, glancing at her every few seconds. She was in the back seat.
They arrived at the hospital, and nurses rushed to take Emily inside. James wanted to follow her, but a nurse stopped him at the door to the labour room.
“Sir, you have to wait outside. We will call you.”
James nodded and stepped back. He sat down in the waiting area, his elbows on his knees, and began to pray. “God, please keep my wife safe. Please let my baby arrive in peace.”
Minutes felt like hours. Finally, a nurse came out smiling.
“Congratulations, sir. You have a baby boy.”
James stood up so fast the chair almost fell over. “Is Emily okay?”
“She’s fine. They’re both fine. Come with me.” The nurse said.
She led him to a small room where the baby lay wrapped in a white blanket. The nurse placed the baby in James’s arms.
James looked down at his son. But instead of joy filling him, he froze. The baby’s skin was dark. Not just a little — very dark.
James’s eyes moved from the baby’s face to his tiny hands. There was no mistake. This was a black baby. James and Emily were both white.
He said nothing. He handed the baby back to the nurse slowly. His mind was crowded with questions, but he kept his mouth shut. This was not the place to talk.
Emily was brought out of the labour room and taken to a ward. James followed her and stayed by her side. He kissed her forehead, congratulated her, and even smiled when visitors came. But inside, his thoughts would not stop.
Three days later, Emily was discharged from the hospital. James drove them home in silence. Emily thought he was just tired.
When they reached home, James helped her settle on the sofa. The baby was asleep in his cot. James stood in front of her.
“Emily,” he said slowly, “I want to ask you something.”
She looked up at him. “What is it?”
James’s voice was calm, but it was clear he was not happy. “Why is our baby black?”
Emily frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. Look at him. He is clearly a black baby. Emily, we are both white. Explain this to me.”
Emily shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “James, maybe it’s from some generations back… maybe someone in our family…”
“Stop. Don’t say that. You and I both know there’s nothing like that in our family lines. Emily, I want the truth. Did you sleep with another man?”
Emily was shocked to hear the question. “James! How can you even say that to me? After all these years together? After everything we’ve been through?”
James took a step closer. “Because there’s no other explanation. We’ve been married eight years. We have no history of this in our families. Now suddenly, after all the struggles, you get pregnant and the baby is black?”
Emily’s voice rose. “Are you calling me a cheat?”
“I am asking you for the truth. If you made a mistake, say it now.”
“I did not cheat on you, James. I swear to God.”
James stared at her for a long moment. He wanted to believe her. He wanted to push away the doubt, but the picture of the baby’s face was clear in his mind.
“I don’t believe you,” James said quietly.
Emily gasped. “So you think I am lying?”
“Yes. And I am not going to let this go. Emily, we must have a DNA test. I don’t want to raise another man’s child.”
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