28|The Stench Of The Deceitful

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Just as I planned, Madison had woken me with her cooking this morning, so I cooled off before going into the bathroom. Outside was really cold, so I knew snow was closer now. I would have to wrap Zayan really good before I took him anywhere. Sarah and Jason would be well clothed as well, so I'm not worried about them too much in this weather.

As Madison left for work, she kissed me goodbye and ran to her car. She was sure in a hurry today, but I couldn't help but wonder why. Paranoid as I was, I stuck to the mission at hand. I got the kids ready for our journey and I called Ryan ahead of arrival.

They were always happy to see their grandkids, so it would never be a problem for them to watch Sarah and Jason. I told them Zayan had to get a shot this morning, so I would be back when he was done. We then were off to Danville Regional Hospital
for Zayan's test. As we got there, they took our information and told us to have a seat.

There was a short line in front of us, but they were moving quickly, so we'd have enough time to get the test and go home. We waited for about an hour in line, before it was our turn to go in. The nurse took a DNA sample from both of us since I didn't want to leave any marks on his skin. It would take at least two or three days before the results came in, but they would call me. As we were finished Zayan got up and I fed him a bottle before we left.

When he was finished I pat his back until he burped, then I put him in the car seat. I left the hospital and returned to Danville to pick up Sarah and Jason, then we were on our way home. I ordered pizza ahead of time, so as soon as we arrived, we would be able to have lunch.

Finally, after all the driving and secrecy, we were home and our pizza had just been delivered. Hawian was our favorite so the kids and I gobbled it up quickly. I left three slices from the second meat pizza for Madison, since she loved those more than we do.

The kids were filled and so was I. It was so funny the way Sarah and Jason waddled to the bedroom to play. I checked the crib and Zayan was fast asleep, so I locked the doors and took a quick shut-eye. I tried my best not to go into a deep sleep since the kids would be unsupervised. Surprisingly enough, they were all very quiet while I took a rest, so much so that I woke up at 7pm.

I ran to the bedrooms looking for the kids, but they were fast asleep. Only Sarah was awake and on her phone, Zayan was awake in his crib but was occupied playing with his teddy. I picked him up and searched for my phone. It had been lodged between the couch, so I guessed it fell out of my pocket while u was asleep.

As I search the notifications, there had been no missed calls and no messages. I tried calling Madison since she was supposed to be home since 5pm, but there was no answer. I called a few more times but it had been hung up. I then decided to stop calling for a while, but my thoughts got paranoid by the second.

If there was a slight chance that Zayan was, in fact, my child, then Madison's actions had me thinking otherwise. I've been on this earth long enough to know when I'm being cheated on, but I'll play it cool for now. I gave Zayan another bottle before he started crying again and I walked him around the house a bit before putting him down to play.

Sarah came running when she heard he was up, but Jason was fast asleep. As I looked at the time, the clock said 9pm, so I started to get worried. Madison was never like this, so it's strange to me. I wondered if she met someone during my time on the mission or was it before since she started acting a bit strange before I left. I trusted her so much, that it's like I didn't even notice until now.

I rang Madison's phone at least fifteen times now, but each time, it went to voicemail after one ring. I just needed confirmation about my paranoia, but she wouldn't dare answer. If it wasn't for the kids and the cold, I'd have gone searching for her. Quite frankly, I think I'm a bit too old to go through this heartache again like a teenager.

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