Anna tensed. “Are they okay?”
“Their vitals at birth were perfect,” the nurse said. “But the doctors want to be sure. And… they’ll want to talk to you too.”
As soon as she left, Anna whispered, “What do you think they’re saying out there? They probably think I cheated on you…”
I squeezed her hand. “That doesn’t matter. I’m sure they’re just trying to figure it out. Same as us.”
“They probably think I cheated on you.”
Waiting for those DNA results was torture. Anna barely spoke, flinching if I reached for her. She watched the boys with tears in her eyes.
When I called my mom to share the news, her voice dropped: “You’re sure they’re both yours, Henry?”
My chest tightened. “Mom, Anna’s not lying. They’re mine.”
“You’re sure they’re both yours, Henry?”
