“Don’t look at our babies, Henry!”
I knelt beside her, reaching for her arm. “Anna, whatever it is, we’ll handle it. Now, show me my boys.”
With shaking hands, she finally loosened her grip.
“Look, Henry,” she whispered.
I did. And I went still.
Josh: pale, pink-cheeked, looked like me.
But Raiden: dark curls, Anna’s eyes… and deep brown skin.
“Now, show me my boys.”
“I only love you,” Anna sobbed. “They’re your babies, Henry! I swear. I don’t know how this happened! I’ve never looked at another man that way! I didn’t cheat!”
I stared at our sons, speechless, as Anna fell apart beside me. I knelt by the bed, hands shaking, searching my wife’s face for anything I could anchor to.
“Anna, look at me, love. I believe you. We’re going to figure this out, okay? I’m right here.”
She nodded. Josh whimpered. Raiden clenched his tiny fists, already fierce against the world.
I stroked both their heads.
“We’re going to figure this out.”
A nurse slipped in, clipboard pressed to her chest. “Mom and Dad? The doctors want to run a few tests on the babies. Just standard checks, given the… um, unique circumstances.”
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