My husband looked at the newborn right after the delivery and said with a smirk, “We need a dna test to be sure it’s mine.”. The room fell silent whenI held the baby, tears welling in my eyes. Some days later, the doctor looked at the dna test results and said, “Call the police.”…

The moment my son was born, they placed him on my chest—tiny, warm, alive. My body was still trembling from labor, my mind floating somewhere between exhaustion and awe. Around us, nurses moved efficiently, adjusting blankets and checking monitors, their voices soft with congratulations.Continue reading…