His Prosecutor, His Possession

The Father Of My Baby

Victoria Harper

My father’s health or my baby’s life?

Daniel hadn’t come home that night. The choices he had given me still rang in my ears.

I know that having a baby now is the worst timing but what bothered me the most was the fact that I didn’t even know who the hell the father was because it sure as hell wasn’t Daniel’s

So if it wasn’t Daniel’s, whose was it?

Do I have lost time, I couldn’t account for? I tried to think but I was aware of everything I had done for the last two months and it didn’t include s*x with anyone

What the f**k was happening??

My phone buzzed beside me. It was doctor Allen. I almost didn’t pick it up because what more could he have to say.

Eventually I picked up because of his persistent calls

“Ms. Harper, Dr. Allen here.” His voice was tight, grim. Too grim. Like someone who had just committed a crime and was dialing 911.

The bottom of my stomach fell. “What is it?”

“I… I think it’s best if you come down to the hospital,” he said carefully. “There’s been… a development.”

My chest squeezed. “A development?” My voice was sharper than I intended. “Doctor, what kind of development? Don’t—don’t do this vague thing with me. If something’s wrong, just say it.”

“I really think you should come in, Ms. Harper. It would be easier to explain in person.”

That was all I needed to hear. I didn’t even bother to argue further. I yanked my coat off the chair, slipped into my shoes, and rushed out the door.

The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. Every bump in the road rattled through my bones. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Maybe the test was wrong. Maybe I wasn’t pregnant after all. Maybe this was a mistake and my life could go back to normal.

When I pushed open the hospital doors, my chest was heaving. Doctor Allen was waiting, looking pale, like a man who hadn’t slept all night. His eyes shifted nervously when he saw me.

“Ms. Harper,” he greeted, his voice clipped. “Please, come with me.”

I followed him back to his office, the same place I had gotten the news of my pregnancy.

My hands shook and I didn’t even wait for him to take his seat before I spoke up l. “Doctor Allen, am I pregnant? Were the test results incorrect? Just tell me, I promise I won’t sue” I asked impatiently, holding on to the hope that I wasn’t pregnant

His shoulders slumped. “Ms. Harper. You are still very much pregnant.” He answered watering down my hope

My confusion crashed back, harder than ever. “Then what the hell is this about?”

He rubbed his temple, looking everywhere but at me. “There was… an error during your last visit. A procedural mix-up.”

“What kind of error?” I demanded.

He swallowed, clearly fighting with himself. “It’s not something I should even be saying, but you deserve the truth. During your check-up, your file was confused with another patient’s. The—” he hesitated, “—insemination process intended for them was… accidentally performed on you.”

The room spun. My ears rang. I gripped the armrest of the chair to keep from collapsing.

“Insemination?” My voice cracked. “Are you telling me…are you actually telling me you people put someone else’s… someone else’s sample in me without my consent?

Doctor Allen’s face flushed with guilt. “Ms. Harper, I am so sorry. This should never have happened. It was a tragic mistake. We’d cover your medical expenses and keep the information withheld. We urge you not to sue”

I was beyond bewildered. I was carrying the child of some person who I didn’t even know. I didn’t even know how to feel. My head was spinning. What should be my next choice of action?

Should I sue? Abort since I didn’t even know the father? But the child was still my own flesh and blood

I swallowed before I spoke up. “Who owns the sperm that was out in me? Who is the…father of my child” I asked, the words forcefully coming out of my mouth because I never thought I could be in such a situation

“I already alerted him before you came and he should right outside” he told me

My heart was pounding and a sweat fell from my forehead, intercepted by my eyebrows

“Ms. Harper, I truly am sorry. This was never supposed to happen. It was a terrible mistake. But the donor is here now. If you’re ready, I can introduce you.”

I didn’t trust my voice. I just nodded, every nerve in my body tight.

We stepped out of his office together. My legs felt like they weren’t mine. Every step echoed down the corridor.

And then I saw him.

He was standing just outside, tall, confident, his profile sharp in the hospital’s bright lights. My chest squeezed. My breath caught.

I knew that face. I could identify or anywhere

“Ms. Harper, this is…..”

“Christian” I muttered, my voice shaky from shock

The moment our eyes locked, every nightmare from high school came roaring back. My bully. My enemy.

Oh f**k!! My chest ached. I didn’t know if I wanted to scream or collapse.

As if my life wasn’t already difficult enough, my high school bully is the father of my child??