The DNA Demand
1991 Words
{Mira’s POV}
David stepped forward, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. “Let the boy stay.”
For a second, nobody moved.
Then he looked directly at Vanessa. "But You. You will leave.”
Vanessa frowned. “What?”
“The child can spend the night here. You’ll come back for him in the morning.”
I slowly turned toward David. My ears rang. I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly. “What did you just say?”
He looked at me. “Mira.”
“No.” I shook my head before he could continue.
No.” David sighed. “Listen to me.”
“I’m listening,” I snapped. “And what I’m hearing doesn’t make any sense.”
"It's late.”
I laughed bitterly. “So your solution is to let another woman’s child sleep in our house?”
“Our house?” Vanessa repeated with a mocking smile.
I ignored her.
David lowered his voice. “The child has done nothing wrong.”
“I know he hasn’t!."But that doesn’t mean he belongs here
"The little boy looked between us with frightened eyes. He slowly hid behind Vanessa’s leg. I felt bad. My anger faltered for a moment. I hated that he had to witness this. A little boy, why am I doing this? Am I over reacting? No is a plan I won't allow it my heart tightened.
David noticed the hesitation. “Mira…”
“No.” I folded my arms. “If he stays here tonight, what happens tomorrow?” Nobody answered. I looked from David to Vanessa. “Tomorrow she comes again.”
Silence.
“The day after that?” Still nothing. “And before we know it. ” My voice cracked. She's living here.”
Vanessa laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I faced her. “You planned every second of this.”
“I did not.”
“You arrived in the middle of the night because you knew we couldn’t easily send a child away.”
Finally David exhaled. “This argument is going nowhere.”He crouched in front of the little boy. “Hey.” The child looked up at him. “Would you like to sleep here tonight?”
The little boy nodded shyly. “I’m sleepy.”
Something inside me tightened.
David stood again. “The decision is made.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “The decision is made?”
He nodded. “The boy stays.”
I looked at him as though I didn’t recognize the man standing before me. “You made that decision without me?” Do you know if am comfortable with this kind of decision. David. I can't believe this is happening right now.
“Mira…”
“No.” I stepped back. “This is my home too.”
“And I’m asking you to trust me.”
I let out a hollow laugh. “Trust?” The word tasted bitter. “You’ve spent the entire night telling me you aren’t even sure that child is yours.” I pointed toward the little boy. “And now you suddenly want him sleeping under our roof?”
David didn’t answer immediately. When he finally spoke, his voice was almost a whisper. “I couldn’t leave him outside.”
I closed my eyes. That was exactly why Vanessa had brought him. She knew David’s heart. She had won.
Vanessa bent down and kissed her son’s forehead. “Be a good boy,” she whispered. Then she looked at David. “I’ll be back first thing in the morning.” She turned toward me. “I hope you’ll take good care of him.” Before I could answer, she walked away.
Only then did I realize something. She hadn’t looked worried. Not even once. She hard left smiling. I stood there for several seconds, unable to move.
"David gently picked up the little boy, who had already fallen asleep against his shoulder. “Let’s get him inside,” he said.
I didn’t answer. I simply turned and walked into the house. The guest room door closed quietly. David came out a few minutes later. “He’ll be fine until morning.”
I folded my arms. “So that’s it?”
He looked exhausted. “What do you want me to say, Mira?”
“I want you to explain why you made that decision without asking me.”
“I didn’t have time.”
“ You had enough time to choose her child over your wife.”
His face tightened. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not? Isn’t that exactly what happened?” Before he could answer, a phone vibrated. David glanced at the screen. His expression changed.
Sarah.
I frowned. “ Why is Sarah calling you at this hour?” He hesitated before answering.
“Hello?”
I couldn’t hear Sarah’s words, but whatever she said made David’s face lose its color. “What?” he asked. “When?” He turned away from me. I’ll handle it.” He ended the call.
I stepped in front of him. “What happened?”
“It’s nothing.”
I laughed . So my cousin sarah can comfortably call you on phone, any time, anywhere. And you will pick it comfortably. Not only that you're also hiding what is going on from me. David.
He sighed. “Sarah just heard about Vanessa coming here.”
My eyebrows knitted together. “How?”
“I don’t know.”
A cold feeling settled inside me. This had happened only a few minutes ago. Who had already told Sarah? How did she find out? Why couldn't she reach out to me, why my husband. I have to cut this communication, because am very scared in my own house.
Before I could ask another question, the housekeeper hurried downstairs.
“Sir…”
David looked up.
“The little boy is crying.”
He rushed upstairs immediately. I remained rooted to the floor. My heart ached despite everything. He was only a child. I slowly climbed the stairs. When I reached the guest room, I stopped at the doorway.
The little boy sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes. “I want my mommy…”
David knelt beside him. “She’s coming back in the morning.”
The little boy sniffled. “I’m scared.”
For the first time that night, all my anger disappeared. I walked inside quietly. The boy looked at me with watery eyes.
Aunty Mira am scared. He held out his little arms. Without thinking, I lifted him onto my lap. His tiny fingers wrapped around my shirt. Within minutes, he fell asleep again.
David watched silently. Neither of us spoke.
The next morning. The smell of coffee drifted through the house. I walked downstairs hoping the nightmare had ended. Instead I froze. Vanessa was standing inside my kitchen. She had tied one of my aprons around her waist. One of my cooking pots sat on the stove.
“What are you doing?” And when did you enter my house?
She looked over her shoulder casually. “Oh, good morning.”
I stared at her. “Answer me.”
She smiled. “I’m making breakfast.”
“For who?”
“My son.”
My temper snapped. You came this morning without notification.“You walked into my kitchen without permission?”
“He likes homemade food.”
“This is my house.”
"Know.”
I marched toward the stove and switched it off. “We already have staff.”
“They don’t know what he likes.”
“They don’t need to.”
"She folded her arms. “I am his mother.”
"And I am the woman of this house.”Our voices rose at the same time.
David hurried downstairs. “What is going on?”
I pointed at Vanessa. “Ask her.”
Vanessa sighed dramatically. “I only wanted to cook breakfast for my son.”
David rubbed his forehead. “Vanessa…”
She ignored him. “My son barely eats food prepared by strangers.” I folded my arms.
“Then you should have taken him home.”
“He was safer here.”
“No.” I stepped closer. “You wanted an excuse to come back.”
"Be careful, Mira.”
“Or what?” I laughed. “No. I know exactly who I’m talking to.” The atmosphere turned ice cold. At that exact moment.
Vanessa folded her arms tightly across her chest, refusing to move. “My son is hungry,” she said. “I’m making him breakfast.”
I stepped in front of the stove. “Not in my kitchen.”
David sighed heavily, "Mira, it’s just food.” I turned sharply to him. “No, David. It’s not just food.” My voice shook with anger. “She walked into this house like she owns it. She ignored me, disrespected me, and now she’s standing in my kitchen cooking for her child while I’m expected to watch.”
Vanessa scoffed. “You sound jealous.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Jealous? Of what? A woman who has to force her way into another woman’s home just to spend time with the father of her child?”
Vanessa’s expression hardened. “Watch your mouth.”
“You should watch yours.”
David stepped between us before we could get any closer. “Enough!” he shouted we both kept quite. He looked at Vanessa first. “Please let’s not do this.”
Vanessa stared at him for a long moment before turning back to me. I came because of my son. Whether you believe that or not doesn’t matter.”She walked over, picked up the little boy, and held him against her chest. “We’re leaving.”
The child reached toward David. Daddy…”
David’s face tightened with pain, but he didn’t stop them.
Vanessa paused at the front door and looked back over her shoulder. “This isn’t over.” This is the house of my child’s father. And I don't need your permission to come or to do anything. Am Without waiting for a reply, she walked out.
The front door slammed so hard.
He stared at the floor. No answer.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “You have nothing to say?”
"Mira, don’t make this worse.”
I blinked in disbelief. “Make this worse?” I repeated. “She walked into my home, disrespected me in my own kitchen, and walked out with her head held high. Tell me, David what kind of privilege have you given that woman to make her think she can treat me like this?”
"She was emotional.”
“So was I!” I shouted. “Did you defend me even once?”
Silence.
Silence was always your favourite answer whenever Vanessa was involved.
His eyes snapped to mine. “She’s Leo’s mother.”
“And I’m your wife!” I fired back. “If she wants you to see that child, then go somewhere else. But she is never stepping into my home again.
I was tired. Tired of the humiliation. Tired of competing with a woman who had no respect for boundaries. Then a thought hit me. I looked him straight in the eye. “Do a DNA test.”
His entire body stiffened. “What?” “You heard me.”
“Mira…”
“No.” I cut him off. “Let’s stop arguing over assumptions. If that little boy is really yours, then prove it.”
"You're insulting my son.”
"I’m questioning the woman who gave birth to him.”
Then his phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen.The color drained from his face. Who is it?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he slowly lowered the phone.The DNA results. They are ready.
How come?
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