Gerald requested a paternity test because of persistent doubts about the appearance of his middle child. He was unaware that this would turn his life upside down. His 12-year marriage suffered irreparable harm as a result of the DNA test results.
I was looking at my seven-year-old son’s school photo on a typical day, trying to find any trace of myself in his features. I was struck by the stark contrast in appearance between Aidan and his brothers as he turned to look at me. As doubts crept into my mind, that familiar stomach knot tightened.
The contrast made me feel as though it were shining a spotlight on my worst fears each time I looked at family photos. I had no idea that these worries would one day ruin my life. I had what most people would call the American dream, which consisted of living in a suburban house with my amazing wife Julia and three beautiful boys.
We were content and Julia and I still had that spark after twelve years of marriage because of my job as an IT project manager. She was the kind of partner who would make fun of my terrible dad jokes and leave love notes in my lunchbox. We had met at a friend’s barbecue, and I immediately recognized her special qualities from our first conversation.
I thought I couldn’t possibly love her more when we got married two years later. I’ll never forget the day Liam was born. Julia had been in labor for twenty-three hours, and when they finally placed him in my arms, my whole world shifted.
“He’s got your eyes,” the nurse said, and she was right. He had the same deep-set brown eyes and the same slightly crooked smile. Even Julia’s mom couldn’t stop gushing about how much he looked like me.
“He’s definitely your son,” she’d say, laughing. “Poor Julia didn’t get a look in!”
Watching Julia with our newborn son made me fall in love with her all over again. The way she handled those sleepless nights amazed me.
I was honestly speechless looking at how she went through so much to bring our little one into this world. It made me respect my mother on a whole new level. When Julia got pregnant with Aidan two years later, we were over the moon.
I couldn’t wait to hold my second boy in my arms. However, things didn’t feel the same when Aidan was born and I looked at him for the first time. While Liam had been my mini-me, Aidan seemed to come from nowhere.
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