After years of trying to become parents, Stephanie and I finally welcomed our baby into the world. But when the nurse tried to place the baby in Stephanie’s arms, she screamed, insisting it wasn’t her child. The baby had dark skin, while both of us are white. Family members, thinking of betrayal, piled on accusations, and I was left questioning everything.
Stephanie insisted she hadn’t been unfaithful, but I was confused. The baby had my eyes, smile, and dimples, but how could she have dark skin? Doubt crept in, especially after my mother urged me to accept that my wife had betrayed me.In search of answers, I had a DNA test done, and the results confirmed the baby was mine. Recessive genes explained the unexpected skin color. Ashamed for doubting Stephanie, I returned to her, apologized, and held our perfect daughter in my arms. We would be okay.
