Devastated, I turned to Paulina’s mother, Joyce, seeking answers. Through tears, she revealed a truth that Paulina had kept hidden from me. A mistake at a work party had left her uncertain about Jamie’s paternity. She had planned to tell me, but unfortunately, she passed away before she could.
Feeling betrayed, my love for Paulina was tainted by her lie. I began to question everything, even my bond with Jamie. But as I sat by his crib that night, watching him clutch his blanket, I had a moment of realization. Parenthood wasn’t about DNA, it was about love, sacrifice, and choice.
Whispering to Jamie, I brushed a curl from his forehead and said, “I may not be your father by blood, but I am your father in every way that matters. I choose you, now and always.”
From that moment, I stopped questioning our bond. Jamie was my son in every sense of the word, and our love went beyond any biological connection. The truth revealed by Miss Moonshadow may have been painful, but it ultimately brought us closer together and strengthened our bond.