I had a DNA test done on my baby to prove it was my husband's. He came back negative!. When our son was born, I was so sure. So confident. Maybe too much.
My husband came from a family with money, I didn't that much. You know, the typical cliche of the girl who marries the heir and everyone murmurs behind her back. So when the baby was born I decided to DNA test him. I wanted to show my husband — and the world — that this child was his.
"No need, love," he told me while I was making the appointment. "I trust you. "
"But I want to do it," I insisted, smiling with that confidence from who has nothing to hide.
Two weeks later we were sitting at the doctor's office. I opened the envelope with trembling hands, not out of nerves but of emotion. I was gonna shut all those poisonous tongues up once and for all.
My eyes treaded the paper. One time. Twice.
**Negative. **
The world has stopped.
"What does it say?" "asked my husband, leaning in to see.
I passed it with hands that didn't respond to me anymore. Saw it read. I watched her eyes open. I saw him looking at me like he saw me for the first time.
"I... I don't understand," I whispered, but then it hit me. Like a bucket of ice cold water
The hen party.
I was completely frozen. The fragmented images from that night started to appear: the champagne glasses, the music too loud, the laughter, that handsome man who invited me to dance... and then... nothing. A total emptiness.
"It was at my bachelorette party," the words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Nope... I don't remember anything. I swear it's true, I don't remember. "
Tears just started rolling down my cheeks. We were just nine months married. The bills... the damn bills were perfect.
My husband just sat in silence. Looking at the paper. Watching the baby sleep in my arms. Back to the paper.
The silence stretched for what seemed an eternity.
And then...
"HAHAHAHAHA," he burst out into a chuckle. A deep, genuine laugh that echoed throughout the doctor's room.
I looked at him like he was crazy. "What the... what's wrong with you? "
"No, no, no," he said laughing, folding in half. "This is pure gold!" You wanted to take the test to prove that you were mine. YOU INSISTED ! "She wiped away the tears of laughter. "And it turns out it isn't!" The irony! "
"It's not funny!" "I screamed, between confused and offended.
"Oh, sure it is," he said, trying to catch his breath. He came closer, took the paper out of my hands and looked at it again. "Look at you. The face you have. "And he laughed again.
"So... are you mad or not? "
He sat next to me, still with a smile on his face. "Look," he finally said, "don't say anything. Its a boy i want an heir. Besides," he winked at me, "he's just like me. No one will notice the difference. "
"But—"
“And every time you annoy me,” he interrupted me with a mischievous smile, “I will remind you that YOU wanted to do this test. Hahahahaha. This is pure karma baby. "
---
**But the thing didn't end there. **
Six months later, on our son's first birthday, the whole family was reunited. My in-laws' house was filled with balloons, there was a huge table with food, and of course the comments were not made to wait.
My mother-in-law, with that fake smile that she knew so well, came over while I was cutting the cake.
"Ay, mija," he said aloud, for all to hear, "don't you think that the boy has a very different nose than our family's? "
My father-in-law dropped an awkward laugh from across the table. "It's true. And the eyes too. Surely it's not our son's, is it? "
A tense silence was made. I felt the blood rushing to my feet. Looked at my husband, hoping he would say something.
And he, with the glass of wine in his hand and that smile that he knew so well, rose quietly.
"Do you know what, Dad, Mom?" "He said, walking toward them. "They have every reason. My son got his DNA test done. "
I was left paralyzed. WHAT WAS HE DOING?
"Oh, you see? "said my mother-in-law, triumphant. "I knew it!" "
“Yes,” my husband continued, looking them straight in the eyes. "We saw it in the analysis. And they know what we found out... "
The silence was absolute. Everyone in the party was watching.
"That's JUST like me when I was a baby," he ended, taking out his phone and showing them a picture of him as a baby next to our son. "Look. The same nose. The same eyes. Analysis doesn't lie. "
My mother-in-law opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out of it.
“So,” my husband continued, sipping his wine, “next time you want to imply something about MY son, you better think twice. Because science is on my side. "
He winked at me as he went back to sit next to me.
Hahahaha I almost died right there. My in-laws stayed mute the rest of the party.
That night, on the way home, I asked him: "Don't you regret lying to them like that?" "
"Regrets? "he laughed. "Baby, they spent months saying this child wasn't mine." Now they have to swallow their words. Besides, "he looked at me with that stingy smile," "I technically wasn't lying. I said we saw the analysis and the boy looks like me. All of that is true. "
"You're terrible," I told him, but I couldn't help but laugh.
"And you're the one who took the test," he reminded me. "I'm never going to let you forget that. Hahahahaha. "
**What do you guys think? Is my husband a genius or are we digging a deeper and deeper hole? What will happen when the child grows up and wants to know the truth? **
"No need, love," he told me while I was making the appointment. "I trust you. "
"But I want to do it," I insisted, smiling with that confidence from who has nothing to hide.
Two weeks later we were sitting at the doctor's office. I opened the envelope with trembling hands, not out of nerves but of emotion. I was gonna shut all those poisonous tongues up once and for all.
My eyes treaded the paper. One time. Twice.
**Negative. **
The world has stopped.
"What does it say?" "asked my husband, leaning in to see.
I passed it with hands that didn't respond to me anymore. Saw it read. I watched her eyes open. I saw him looking at me like he saw me for the first time.
"I... I don't understand," I whispered, but then it hit me. Like a bucket of ice cold water
The hen party.
I was completely frozen. The fragmented images from that night started to appear: the champagne glasses, the music too loud, the laughter, that handsome man who invited me to dance... and then... nothing. A total emptiness.
"It was at my bachelorette party," the words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Nope... I don't remember anything. I swear it's true, I don't remember. "
Tears just started rolling down my cheeks. We were just nine months married. The bills... the damn bills were perfect.
My husband just sat in silence. Looking at the paper. Watching the baby sleep in my arms. Back to the paper.
The silence stretched for what seemed an eternity.
And then...
"HAHAHAHAHA," he burst out into a chuckle. A deep, genuine laugh that echoed throughout the doctor's room.
I looked at him like he was crazy. "What the... what's wrong with you? "
"No, no, no," he said laughing, folding in half. "This is pure gold!" You wanted to take the test to prove that you were mine. YOU INSISTED ! "She wiped away the tears of laughter. "And it turns out it isn't!" The irony! "
"It's not funny!" "I screamed, between confused and offended.
"Oh, sure it is," he said, trying to catch his breath. He came closer, took the paper out of my hands and looked at it again. "Look at you. The face you have. "And he laughed again.
"So... are you mad or not? "
He sat next to me, still with a smile on his face. "Look," he finally said, "don't say anything. Its a boy i want an heir. Besides," he winked at me, "he's just like me. No one will notice the difference. "
"But—"
“And every time you annoy me,” he interrupted me with a mischievous smile, “I will remind you that YOU wanted to do this test. Hahahahaha. This is pure karma baby. "
---
**But the thing didn't end there. **
Six months later, on our son's first birthday, the whole family was reunited. My in-laws' house was filled with balloons, there was a huge table with food, and of course the comments were not made to wait.
My mother-in-law, with that fake smile that she knew so well, came over while I was cutting the cake.
"Ay, mija," he said aloud, for all to hear, "don't you think that the boy has a very different nose than our family's? "
My father-in-law dropped an awkward laugh from across the table. "It's true. And the eyes too. Surely it's not our son's, is it? "
A tense silence was made. I felt the blood rushing to my feet. Looked at my husband, hoping he would say something.
And he, with the glass of wine in his hand and that smile that he knew so well, rose quietly.
"Do you know what, Dad, Mom?" "He said, walking toward them. "They have every reason. My son got his DNA test done. "
I was left paralyzed. WHAT WAS HE DOING?
"Oh, you see? "said my mother-in-law, triumphant. "I knew it!" "
“Yes,” my husband continued, looking them straight in the eyes. "We saw it in the analysis. And they know what we found out... "
The silence was absolute. Everyone in the party was watching.
"That's JUST like me when I was a baby," he ended, taking out his phone and showing them a picture of him as a baby next to our son. "Look. The same nose. The same eyes. Analysis doesn't lie. "
My mother-in-law opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out of it.
“So,” my husband continued, sipping his wine, “next time you want to imply something about MY son, you better think twice. Because science is on my side. "
He winked at me as he went back to sit next to me.
Hahahaha I almost died right there. My in-laws stayed mute the rest of the party.
That night, on the way home, I asked him: "Don't you regret lying to them like that?" "
"Regrets? "he laughed. "Baby, they spent months saying this child wasn't mine." Now they have to swallow their words. Besides, "he looked at me with that stingy smile," "I technically wasn't lying. I said we saw the analysis and the boy looks like me. All of that is true. "
"You're terrible," I told him, but I couldn't help but laugh.
"And you're the one who took the test," he reminded me. "I'm never going to let you forget that. Hahahahaha. "
**What do you guys think? Is my husband a genius or are we digging a deeper and deeper hole? What will happen when the child grows up and wants to know the truth? **
