One Night, Two Dads

Elena's Pov:It started as a faint whisper in the back of my mind.At first, I told myself it was just stress. The divorce, the sleepless nights, the endless arguments playing on repeat in my head—it all had to be taking a toll on my body. I wasn’t eating well. I wasn’t sleeping well. It made sense.But the symptoms grew louder. Morning dizziness, constant fatigue, the way my stomach churned at the smell of coffee—a smell I used to love. Every time I brushed it off, another wave of unease would hit me, each one harder to ignore.“Stress doesn’t make you nauseous, Elena,” Mia said, her voice laced with exasperation as she leaned against my kitchen counter. She had her arms crossed, her eyebrows raised like she was scolding a child. “And you can’t just pretend your period isn’t two weeks late.”I sighed, trying to focus on the mug in my hands. The tea had gone cold. “I’m sure it’s nothing, Mia. I’ve been under a lot of pressure.”I hope I'm right. Definitely pressure, pressure from work

Elena's Pov:The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of my apartment, but it did little to chase away the fog in my head. I sat at the kitchen table, cradling a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. The pregnancy test sat in the trash can, the two unmistakable lines burned into my memory.Pregnant.The word echoed in my mind, bringing with it an overwhelming mix of emotions. Excitement. Fear. Regret.I reached for my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I landed on Daniel’s name. His smile stared back at me from the photo, a snapshot of happier times. Daniel had always been my rock, the steady force in my otherwise chaotic life. He deserved to know, but telling him wouldn’t be easy.I pressed the call button, my heart pounding as the phone rang.“Come on, Daniel,” I whispered under my breath.The call went to voicemail.I tried again, but the result was the same. I set the phone down with a sigh, leaning back in my chair. Of course he’d be busy. His job ha

I paced back and forth in my room, my mind racing with thoughts of uncertainty. Ethan's words echoed in my head like a haunting melody: "Get a paternity test, Elena." The thought of it made my stomach twist into knots. What if the child isn't his? What if it is? The questions swirled in my head, refusing to let me think straight. I stopped pacing and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked sunken, my skin pale. I looked like a ghost of my former self. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, but my heart refused to listen. It racing with anticipation, fear, and anxiety. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was Mia, my best friend. "Hey, girl, what's going on?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But Mia knew me too well. "Elena, spill. What's wrong?" I took another deep breath before blurting out the truth. "Ethan wants me to get a paternity test." Mia's tone changed, a hint of disdain creeping in. "That's rich, comi

Mia glanced at her watch, her expression apologetic. "I should get going," she said, standing up from the couch. "I have a night shift tomorrow, and my boss won't let me leave early." I nodded understandingly, knowing how demanding Mia's job could be.We hugged each other tightly, the warmth of our friendship a comforting presence. "Take care of yourself, Elena," Mia whispered, her voice filled with concern. "You're going through a lot right now, and I want to make sure you're okay." I smiled, feeling a lump form in my throat."I will," I promised, trying to sound stronger than I felt. Mia pulled back, her eyes searching mine. "You're doing the right thing, Elena," she said, her voice firm. "Getting the paternity test will give you closure, and you can move forward from there." I nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over me.With one last hug, Mia turned and headed out the door. I watched her go, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my best friend. She had always been there f

Ethan's POVVictoria stood up, her eyes locked on mine, and said, "All this doesn't have to be beating around the bush." She moved closer to me, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Let's just get to the point, shall we?" She whispered in my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine. "Your wife had a one-night stand with a stranger."I felt a surge of anger, but I kept my cool. "I know," I said, my voice tight.Victoria pulled back, a sly smile spreading across her face. "And there's a 100% possibility that stranger isn't you." I snorted, my expression incredulous. "That's quite a conclusion to jump to, don't you think?" I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm.Victoria shrugged, her smile never wavering. "Maybe. But there's also a 100% possibility that child isn't yours." I felt a pang of doubt, but I pushed it aside. "What are you trying to say, Victoria?" I growled."You're not thinking clearly, Ethan," Victoria said, her voice smooth. "You're letting your emotions cloud y