“Look at him,” I said to Dario one night, showing the tablet. His eyes softened immediately.
“He seems amazing. Those eyes…”
“We can handle a toddler, right?”
“Of course. You’ll be an amazing mom,” he said, squeezing my shoulder.
The day we brought him home, Luca clutched a stuffed elephant and made soft trumpet noises. My heart overflowed. He was ours.
Then came the bath.
Dario yelled from the bathroom, “WE HAVE TO TAKE HIM BACK!”
I rushed in. Luca sat in the tub, small and confused, clutching his elephant.
“What’s wrong?” I demanded.
Dario shook, his voice tight. “I can’t… bond with him. I… I made a mistake.”
Then I noticed the mark on Luca’s left foot. My blood ran cold. I had seen it before—on Dario’s foot, summers ago, countless times.
I took a deep breath. “We need a DNA test.”
He laughed it off. “Coincidence. It’s nothing.”
But I knew. While he was at work, I collected a sample and sent it off. Days crawled by, but Luca and I grew closer. Morning pancakes, bedtime stories, park walks—he called me “Mama,” and my heart grew with every word.
The results confirmed it. Dario was Luca’s biological father.
When I confronted him, his face crumbled. “It was one night… I didn’t even know her name…”
“I know everything now,” I said, my voice cold. “You panicked because you couldn’t face the truth.”
I filed for divorce and full custody. Dario didn’t contest it. Luca adjusted better than I expected, though sometimes he asked why his dad didn’t live with us.
“Sometimes grown-ups make mistakes,” I told him gently. “But that doesn’t mean they don’t love you.”
Years later, Luca has grown into a kind, remarkable young man. Biology doesn’t define parenthood—love does. And I chose to never let him go.
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