The Day I Miscarried He Demanded A Paternity Test Novels & Stories

He said he had insisted on getting my miscarriages even a few times I thought it was just my cycle, telling him he had a vasectomy before marriage because he would never give the last name Sartori to the son of a bitch Costello who had killed the babies at the Gia maternity ward. I tightened my grip on my brother's shirt realizing the loud sounds are my sobs, the grip tightening. "How did you find out the children are alive?" He runs a hand through my hair, asking softly. I dry my face, settling myself back on the bench as best I can, staring into his dark eyes.

I try to pull away from him, but he still holds my shoulder. "What do I do?" He is crying now, shaking my shoulder. "Ho-hospis-" I pretend to faint, only to hear him running out of the house a yelling a name. I open my eye to see what is happening, but quickly close them when I see him and another man coming. "She...I...it's a miscarriage, I didn't know she was pregnant. I don't want my son to die." The next thing I know, I am being picked up and carried.

Why do I deserve this? I cry, I cry for three days, I don't eat, I barely drink, I just cry and take my pain meds. Jared never cries with me. He doesn't cry with me when the doctor comes and checks my back over, he doesn't cry when another doctor checks me over for the miscarriage declaring everything was fine, I just need to pass it on my own. He doesn't even cry when they tell him I need to eat or I may not make it. Jared finally showed me his true nature.

She spat arrogantly. " We are going to see a doctor," " Why?" " To take a paternity test," Her face paled and didn't say anything for a while. " I refuse," she shrugged. " I was just informing you. Now, follow me," I commanded, she tried to fight me but couldn't. I was so much stronger than her. We entered the car and drove to the hospital Mila told me but unfortunately, we couldn't do the tests today so the doctor gave us another appointment.

he said and Mom pulled him into an hug. "Good night sweetheart, have a nice night" she said. "Goodnight son " I said also and he walked upstairs to his room. "What's wrong" Mom asked as she sat where Dante just stood up from . "Diane almost had a miscarriage this morning " "We went to the hospital, we did a test and turns out I was the father!" "I couldn't help but wonder how I would have felt if she had miscarried the baby" I whispered. "But she didn't besides none of this is your fault!" She said

"Annie-" "Wait, I need to say this. Losing the baby was hard, but my struggle was not the miscarriage itself. It's not providing you with the one thing you've asked of me. You give endlessly, anything and everything I've ever needed, wanted, or asked for, you've ensured I had. You've never asked me for anything, but the day we got married, the one thing you told me you wanted was to be the father of my children, and I've failed you in the request. Every month only one line appears on that plastic stick is another month I let you down. Every box of tampons purchased is another twenty-eight days lost. Your saying we can adopt, or not have children at all, is just another sacrifice you're makin

I’m already done with the conversation so I get up, my hand placed protectively over my flat abdomen. “You can escort yourself out.” I turn to start walking away but then he speaks. “I’ll need a paternity test.” I whip around so fast, it is a shock I didn't get whiplash. “Come again.” I say with a daring tone. His expression remains blank when he speaks. “A paternity test. To make sure I’m the father.” “And what makes you think I would do that?” My brows crease. The anger building inside me is one I’ve never felt before. But if this asshole is going to stand there and demand something as stupid as that, then maybe I’ll risk jail time.

If I hadn’t rejected her and would have kept her beside me, then miscarriage wouldn’t have happened. But it looked like she never had a miscarriage. Everything was her plan to keep my son away from me. I sighed, waiting for her in the dark. The very first thing that I had to do to confirm my doubts was a paternity test. But then what? What would I do if everything that I was thinking came out to be true? I couldn’t snatch Nimo from her. Just because she kept me away from my pup didn’t mean I would do the same, because two wrongs don't make a right.

I couldn't speak, the words caught in my throat. "You never learn your lesson. Stop deliberately angering me!" His voice was low, a warning growl. My eyes burned, my face pale. He released my face, his voice softening. "I never doubted you. The amniotic fluid is gone. No one will do any paternity test, let alone matching." I stared at him, my mind reeling. The day's events had left me emotionally shattered. A paternity test would have been a deep insult, and matching would have reduced Little One to nothing more than a medical commodity.

Destiny doesn't deliver matching blood types like that. He had gone quiet. I lowered my voice to a whisper. “ I need to ask you a few questions. Tell me what you know, or I will make sure your license is gone by morning. And Adrian won't be able to save you. He's too busy being sad about his dead child. His head shot up, and his eyes widened. You... you know about the miscarriage? I know what matters, I said softly. Answer. He was silent for a few moments, staring at his trembling hands, then slowly said: