My Wife Gave Birth to a Baby with
Brent froze, caught between anger, confusion, and a growing need for answers. He could barely register his wife’s words, the accusation that she had never been with a Black man ringing in his ears. His family had already slipped out, leaving them alone in a heavy silence. Just as Brent took a step toward the door, Sarah’s voice, softer now, reached him.
“Brent, wait,” she murmured, her eyes red with tears. “I… I don’t understand. My great-grandmother was Black, but I didn’t think…” Her words trailed off, realization and regret mixing in her face.
Brent’s mind raced, but the anger was already fading, replaced by a surge of something he couldn’t quite name. Could it really be genetic?
As they looked down at the baby, whose tiny fingers curled trustingly, Brent felt something shift. Maybe they didn’t have all the answers, but they had a choice. Slowly, he reached for Sarah’s hand, saying, “We’ll figure this out together.” In that moment, Brent knew his family would find its way through.
