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Blaze P.O.V
After they cut the umbilical cord and cleaned the baby, I took him from them as they went out, giving us privacy.
I looked down at the baby again and sigh.
"Gina?"
"Yes babe?"
"Is this my baby?" I ask her again.
She frowns, "How many times will I have to answer that Blaze? Yes, he's yours."
"Okay ma."
I gave her the baby to feed and I watched them for a while. "What are we gonna call him?" I asked her and her eyes lit up.
She hums, "What about Blaze Jr?"
I shook my head immediately, "Hell no, give him a name that's not mine. I don't wanna share my name with anybody."
She groans, "Fine."
I thought about it. "How about August? It's a fitting name if you ask me."
She frowns, "That's a nice name though."
So that's what we call him, August.
"You're gonna be an amazing father to our child." She grins.
I shook my head as I looked at her, she's beautiful- she really is, but only on the outside.
I may act dumb, but I'm surely not an idiot.
As the weeks passed by, we were still in the hospital due to her not recovering properly yet. I stayed by her side the whole time, not once did I leave her even when I knew.
I chuckle, "By the way, I don't know if you take me for an idiot or what, but do you wanna explain why the hell our baby is white when both of us are fucking black?" I snapped this time, tired of pretending.
The baby is white.
Extremely fucking white and looks nothing like me.
I held this baby and felt no connection whatsoever, it mostly felt as though I'm holding a stranger.
Throughout all that, it became pretty obvious that the baby wasn't mine as the skin tone evened out and the hair started to come in more.
I didn't immediately accuse her of it.
Right after this kid was born, I thought something about him was a bit different just from the blonde hair and pale skin.
I was sure that it was not my kid. I pretty much knew after I saw the baby but I played dumb. I took one look at that baby and there was just no connection at all. It was just another baby- I saw nothing there that I recognized as 'mine' in any way, shape, or form.
I quickly put two and two together and realized it clearly was not my child.
I made sure I was one hundred percent correct before I even addressed that fact. So I did a private DNA test without her knowing. Once the results came back this morning, there was a less than one percent chance that the baby was mine.
