A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

69: DNA

Ana's POV

Author: Ike's stepfather and Senator Okwu are the same people. I only use them alternatively to prevent steady repetition.

"What are you hinting at?" Ike's mother requests, gawking at her Ex-husband as if he has grown two heads.

"Exactly as I said," he reinstates, resting back the wailing baby on the bed. "This is not my grandson."

"Of course he isn't, there's no way he could have taken your stupidity!" She rasps, aiming to stand, rather Cecilia rushes to hold her back.

"Look here woman, watch how you speak to me, I'm a titled man, and a sitting legislative member, so caution yourself!" He commands directing the walking stick in her face.

"Be calm dad," Mirian urges, bringing down his arm.

"You tell your mother to be respectful, then at least I can be calm," he growls, his Adam's apple bobbing in his neck.

"What the fuck are you trying to say, sir because at this moment I can't discern the rubbish you are belting out," Ike speaks, the tone of his voice astounding each of us. "How in God's name can you have the guts to gaze me in the face and tell me this child ain't mine?"

"I can see you and your wimp of a mother have no respect whatsoever for a man of my status," he argues, appearing offended by his stepson's statement.

"I dare you one more time to call my mother a degrading name and I swear I will personally haul you by the arm and fling you through the window," Ike threatens, the vibrations of his body an indication that he isn't bluffing.

"That isn't my business, what I'm trying to say is to ask this slut laying right here how that child isn't yours after all your sacrifices and misbehaviors," he defends in a grimace.

"Don't you fucking call me a slut you old hag!" I spark in fury, forgetting all the manners momma taught me.

"Ana, be cool," Ike rubs my shoulder.

"No, no, my time to be cool is over," I decline, recalling all that Emily told me about his hand in my kidnap. "You think I don't know what you planned? You think--"

"Shut your trap!" Senator Okwu scolds. "All I want to hear from you is an explanation of how you want to pin this bastard child on my son!"

"For the record, I am not your son!" Ike exclaims. "And what other evidence do you need huh? What other evidence apart from the distinct similarity I share with Miracle."

"Oh you've named him already," he scoffs, eying the infant who is in Mirian's hold, now fully clothed and about to sleep when I remember he needs to eat.

"Hand him over Mirian, please?" I invite, gesturing to her and she obeys. I take him and reveal my left breast, channeling it into Miracle's mouth.

"Yes, we did, a problem with that?" Ike taunts, walking to him.

"No," he chuckles. "It just goes to prove how insignificant my family has made me.

"We are not the only family you have, or did you forget about your other wives and children already?" Cecilia queries, folding her arms.

"Besides, they had both given their son a name before we showed up," Ike's Mom explains. "You hear that? Their son."

"There is no way that bastard thing," he motions. "Is Daniel's child."

"What is going on?" My father inquires, showing up in the perimeter, my brothers and mother behind him. "What did I hear this nincompoop say?"

"What this nincompoop said," Ike's stepdad retorts. "Is that your daughter is a slut, hence Miracle, or whatever you all are calling him is not Daniel's son!"