When my wife Elena told me she was pregnant, I was so happy. She told me a big secret during the birth plan talk, though: she didn’t want me in the delivery room. I was scared, but I trusted her.
On the day of the induction, I was nervous and paced around the waiting room. When the doctor finally came out, I was scared by his serious face. When I ran into the delivery room, Elena was already there, holding our pale-skinned, blonde-haired baby. She was tired but still living.
My world fell apart. I told Elena she was cheating on me because I was sure she had done it. But she told us a secret: genetic tests showed that she had a rare recessive gene that gave our baby its unique features.
I was shocked. The baby had the same crescent-shaped birthmark as I did, which showed that we were related. Elena’s answer and the birthmark made me feel less angry and more in love.
However, our problems got worse. My family questioned Elena because they didn’t trust how the baby looked. I stood up for her, but things got worse. My mum even tried to rub the scar off because she thought it wasn’t real.
I didn’t give up. I chose Elena and our baby over my family’s dislike. We shut ourselves off and focused on love and acceptance.
After a few weeks, Elena suggested that we get a DNA test to show that he was the father of our child. Fearing bad things would happen, I paused, but I understood her point of view.
The test proved that I was a father, which made me feel better. With proof in hand, I got my family together and told them what I had found. They said sorry, which made us feel bad, and we started to heal.
I felt sad when my mum cried and said she was sorry. Elena forgiven her and hugged her. Our strange but loving little family finally found peace.
We came out stronger and united against all chances because love won out over doubt.
