He kept staring at the baby. “Her skin is darker.”
I blinked at him in disbelief.
“So?”
“So…” He swallowed hard. “I think we should get a paternity test.”
The words hit me so violently that for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
The steady beeping of the monitors suddenly sounded deafening.
“You cannot be serious.”
“I’m just trying to be logical.”
“Logical?” My voice cracked. “I just spent nineteen hours giving birth to our daughter, and the first thing you do is accuse me of cheating?”
“I’m not accusing you,” he said too quickly.
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