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...
For many days, Lily could not bring herself to go to Mekus. She would wake up in the morning, dress up, and then sit back down sadly. Her courage disappeared. She was ashamed of what she had done. The memory of ignoring his calls and deleting his messages without reading them made her embarrassed. Now, she wanted to keep the baby, but the thought of raising it alone scared her. More than once, the idea of aborting it crossed her mind, but deep inside, she knew she did not have the heart to end an innocent life. One afternoon, Lily returned to Dr. John’s house. She sat quietly in his living room with her hands resting on her knees. “John,” she began softly, “if I remove this baby… will you take me back?” Her voice was low and almost like that of a child asking for something she knew would be refused. John shook his head slowly. “Lily, no. This is not about the baby alone. It’s about trust. Even if the child was not there, I cannot marry you after the lies you told me.” His voice sounded...