Daniel felt his life was perfect—he had a lovely wife, a newborn daughter, and was set to celebrate it all at Brittany’s baptism. But when the priest put their infant in his arms, the joy left his face. “This is impossible,” he muttered, sending shivers through the cathedral. At that point, Daniel’s world began to collapse.
I stood by the nursery window, letting the lovely morning light flow through the curtains and provide a comforting glow over Brittany’s cot. I couldn’t help smiling. This was all I’d ever hoped for.
Looking at my newborn child sleeping so quietly made me feel like the luckiest man in the world. She was perfect. My small wonder.
For years, I worried if I’d ever get to this point: married, a parent, and living in the house I helped create. Everything seemed so far when I first met Nadine in college.
I recall her catching my attention while sitting on the stairs outside the library with her sketchbook, absolutely engrossed in her work. From that point on, I knew she was going to be someone significant in my life.
We instantly fell in love, and Brittany was born five years after we married. Our little angel was just four months old, and everything should have been great. However, Nadine had recently been experiencing some issues.
She’d been aloof and quieter than usual. I told myself it was just the stress of being a new parent—sleepless nights and the demands of her freelancing work—but it was beginning to weigh on me.
I’d find her staring at Brittany with a peculiar face, as if she were bearing the weight of the world. I wasn’t sure how to take it, but today was meant to be a joyous day. It was Brittany’s baptism, a time to honor the life we had created.
I looked into the bedroom, where Nadine was still sleeping, cuddled up under the cover. Perhaps today might brighten her mood, I reasoned. We both needed something to be happy about.
When we arrived at the church, everything felt normal. The old stone walls, the scent of incense—it all seemed so familiar and reassuring. This was the church where my parents got married and where I was christened. Now it was Brittany’s time.
Nadine walked beside me, holding Brittany. She had been quiet all morning, her face pale. I figured it was just nerves. Big events always made her anxious.
“You okay?” I asked, squeezing her hand gently as we walked up the aisle.
“Yeah, just a little nervous,” she said, offering a tight smile.
I nodded, reassured. Nerves. That’s all it was.
Father Gabriel welcomed us warmly, and the baptism began with prayers and blessings. I felt a surge of pride, standing there with my family, believing this was the moment I would always look back on as the start of our perfect life together.
But then, Father Gabriel took Brittany into his arms, and something shifted. The warmth in the room suddenly grew cold.
His hands trembled as he held her, and his face shifted from compassionate to puzzled. His gaze locked on Brittany’s face, and he appeared startled, as if he had witnessed something impossible.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, a knot developing in my gut.
Father Gabriel’s voice trembled as he glanced at me and then back to Brittany. “This is impossible,” he murmured. “This child… she has my brother’s birthmark.”
I felt my heart stop. “What did you just say?”
He swallowed hard, apparently trying to make sense of it all. “My brother, Matthew, and I have a prominent crescent-shaped birthmark behind our left ears. It runs in my family. Brittany carries the same mark.”
The earth appeared to vanish under me. I glanced to Nadine, who was already backing away, her face as pale as a sheet. Then, unexpectedly, she rushed from the church.
“Nadine!” I yelled, but she did not stop.
The congregation’s murmurs filled the air as I remained still, attempting to digest what I’d just heard. Was Brittany not mine? This couldn’t be real. It did not make any sense.
Father Gabriel murmured something about his brother and how Brittany looked precisely like him when he was a baby, but I couldn’t pay attention. All I could think of was Nadine fleeing, and the dreadful reality hung in the air.
I ran after her, my mind racing in a thousand directions. When I arrived home, I discovered her feverishly packing a suitcase in our bedroom.
“You’re not leaving,” I replied, my voice icy and foreign, “not until you tell me the truth.”
Nadine didn’t even turn to face me as she proceeded to stuff items into the luggage. “Daniel, I—”
“Is Brittany not mine?” I demanded, my voice cracking as rage and betrayal overtook me.
She paused, her hands quivering. Slowly, she turned to face me, her eyes red and teary. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered. “I never meant for you to find out this way.”
I couldn’t believe what I heard. “This way?” I spoke angrily. “How am I expected to find out? At her graduation?
Nadine wept and covered her face. “That was a mistake, Daniel. “I was lonely, and Matthew—”
“You’re telling me Brittany is Matthew’s?” I inquired, my voice full of incredulity.
She nodded, shame weighing heavily on her. “I wasn’t sure how to tell you. “I never intended to hurt you.”
“You’ve already destroyed me,” I muttered, feeling the sorrow consume me from the inside.
There was nothing else to say. Nadine had deceived me, and our existence had been built on a lie. She removed the ring off her finger and put it on the nightstand.
“What about Brittany?” I inquired, my voice strained. “Are you leaving her too?”
She hesitated before responding, her eyes filled with remorse. “I am not sure if I am cut out to be a mother. I apologize, Daniel. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.”
And just like that, she was gone.
That night, the home seemed hollow. I sat in quiet, paralyzed, as Brittany slept upstairs. The words Father Gabriel had said rang in my mind. “She’s my brother’s.” But no matter what the reality was, I couldn’t just leave Brittany.
She wasn’t my blood, but I had been present for every second of her brief existence. I was her father in all ways that mattered.
I walked upstairs and sat next to her cot, watching her sleep. “You’re mine,” I said softly, tears in my eyes. “No matter what, you’ll always be mine.”
In that moment, I realized that love was not about biology. It was about being present, showing up, and offering everything you had. Brittany needed me, and I was not about to forsake her.
