Aaliyah
“I don’t want to look,” I pouted.
Once we returned home from the courthouse, Fabe had received a text from Identigene that the DNA tests were in.
All he had to do was click the link and log in to see the results.
He had entered the password and username that Identigene had provided.
All I had to do was click “Log in” to see who Junior’s father was.
“Just do it, babe. Get it over with,” Fabe encouraged me as he sat beside me on the bed.
“Urrrrgh!” I groaned as I pushed the log in button. Then I covered my eyes. “I can’t look.”
There was quiet. I could feel Fabe looking over my shoulder, reading the screen of his iPhone. Seconds went by and he didn’t say anything. Not one word. So, I looked myself and was crushed.
“Fuck,” I cursed as tears escaped my eyes. I threw the phone on the bed and threw my face into my hands.
“It’s going to be okay,” Fabe ensured me as he rubbed my back soothingly.
“I don’t want him to be that monster’s child.”
“It doesn’t matter who his father is. It matters who is raising him. And I am going to raise him. You hear me?”
I had heard him, and it sounded good, but I was just so disappointed that I just continued to cry.
I could feel him removing my hands from my face.
He brought my chin up and told me, “Look at me.” I opened my eyes, and he kissed me soft and quick.
“I got you. I’m his father. That’s still my nephew-son. ”
He smiled and I giggled. Despite everything that I was feeling, Fabe made me laugh.
Looking at the smile in his eyes, I was so sure that this man was telling me the truth.
I knew that he would raise Junior. Even if we ever broke up, I knew that he was so much of a good man that he would raise my baby as his own, and ensure that he never wound up being like that monster that had helped make him.