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...
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 am the father, then let the test prove it. Why are you making this so difficult? Are you hiding something?”
Emily crossed her arms. “I am not hiding anything.”
James’s voice sharpened. “Then why are you so afraid of a test?”
She turned away from him, refusing to answer.
“Emily, talk to me!” James’s voice rose. “What is the meaning of this silence? I ask you a simple question, and you look at me as if I am not your husband. Do you think I am blind? Do you think I cannot see what is going on?”
Emily stood up quietly and walked into the kitchen. She opened the pot on the gas cooker and continued stirring the breakfast she was preparing.
James followed her. “Emily, I am talking to you!”
She didn’t respond. She focused on the pot, ignoring his raised voice.
James was so sad. He wanted to grab the spoon from her and force her to talk, but he held himself back. Instead, he turned and walked away.
That was when a new idea came into his mind. If Emily would not follow him to the hospital, then he would go alone. He would not take the baby with him, but he would take what he needed.
Later that morning, while Emily was busy in the kitchen, James went quietly into the bedroom. The baby was lying in the cot, playing with his little hands. James leaned over and gently touched the baby’s head. He pulled out a few strands of hair and carefully dropped them into a transparent container he had brought with him.
He looked at the baby for a moment, his heart torn between anger and love. Then he placed the baby back gently and closed the cot. He slid the container into his pocket and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.
“I’ll be back soon,” he told Emily as he picked up his car keys.
She didn’t look at him. “Alright.”
James drove straight to the hospital. His heart was troubled, but his steps were quick. He went straight to the doctor he had spoken with earlier.
“Doctor,” he said, handing over the container. “This is my baby’s hair. I want a DNA test done.”
The doctor examined the container and nodded. “We will need your sample too, Mr. James. That is how we compare the results.”
James agreed. He gave his own sample without hesitation.
“When will the result be ready?” he asked.
“In two days,” the doctor replied. “Come back in two days.”
James thanked him and left.
On the drive back home, he felt strangely calm. For weeks he had been restless, questioning everything, arguing with Emily, and feeling stuck. But now, at least, there was a clear path. In two days, the truth would be revealed. When he got home, Emily was feeding the baby in the living room. James smiled faintly and k.issed her on the forehead, pretending as if nothing had happened.
“How is my boy?” he asked, forcing cheerfulness into his voice.
“He is fine,” Emily said flatly.
James nodded and went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He moved around the house normally, as though the morning had been like any other. He didn’t want Emily to suspect that he had already taken action.
That evening, while they sat on the couch, Emily tried again to speak to him about his attitude.
“James,” she said softly, “I don’t like the way things are between us. We used to be happy. Now every day feels like war. Can’t we just let this go and focus on raising our son?”
James looked at her, his expression unreadable. “We will know soon enough if he is truly my son.”
Emily frowned. “What do you mean?”
James shook his head. “Nothing. Just that truth cannot be hidden forever.”
Emily wanted to press him, but she kept quiet.
That night, as he lay in bed, he couldn't sleep. He thought about his marriage, his vows, and the years of waiting for a child. He thought about the shame of raising another man’s baby if the test proved him right. He also thought about the possibility of being wrong — of the baby truly being his.
He had done what he needed to do. Now he just had to wait.
Two days later, he would return to the hospital and collect the result. That single piece of paper would either restore his trust or destroy his marriage.
“DNA test will determine whether marriage will still go on." He said.
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