The Wrong

XI

My baby was four months premature so they had to keep him in intensive care for some days. He was really small and so light skinned. I couldn't wait to just hold him and grab him and kiss him. Giving birth was not easy! My stomach and spine were still sore from pushing. I called for the old lady who helped me birth my son and she came in a jiffy.
"Hi Asia, the doctor told me you called?" she said smiling.
"I just wanted to tell you that I appreciate how you helped me and I wouldn't ask for any other nurse to help me birth my babies, but you!"
"Babies? You have more babies," she chuckled. I nodded no holding her hand.
"Is he going to be okay?"
"He'll be fine, he might just have asthma. Your child did come quite early, but I promise you nothing will happen to him."

Two days later:
I was sleeping when two doctor's (both men) tapped my arm and told me to wake up.
"Ma'm your son," they both said. I rose up and wiped my eyes looking at my beautiful baby.
"He's gorgeous," I whispered under my breath. His eyes were big brown and he was a pure lightskin. Even though he had been living for just three weeks, he had more hair on his head than an Indian. His hair was very curly and a light brown. Andrew had came five minutes later, hugging and cradling our baby.
"What do you want to name him?" asked the doctor. Wow, me and Andrew never discussed a name. We always talked about just having the baby so I wouldn't be in pain twenty-four seven.
"Why don't you pick a name for us?" I turned to the woman who had helped me with the birthing.
"Me?!" She blushed.
"Yes, you're such an inspiration," I smiled.
"Well when I was younger, I had a baby just like you. He was six months premature so he didn't live that long. He lived for about one week and than his organs failed. I wanted to name him Akim. It means God will establish, but I will not name your baby boy what I named my baby boy. For I do not want the same tribulation my baby boy went through, yours to experience. Name him Jadon."
"What does that mean," Andrew asked.
"It means I am thankful, God will judge." Me and Andrew looked at her smiling. We were very thankful for our son. He was still breathing and acting like a normal baby even though he was born very early.
"Jadon," I told the doctor, "Jadon A. Perkins." Even though me and Andrew weren't married, I decided to give the baby his last name. We made this baby together and if it wasn't for Andrew, I would've probably aborted it. I couldn't wait to help Jadon walk big steps on this earth. Not only that, but to have Andrew right beside me.

Andrew's POV
After spending five weeks and two days in the hospital, they finally let Asia and Jadon out. I dropped them both at Tatyana's place and went to go see VJ. I didn't tell Asia that I was going to go see him because she didn't know that he knew about her being pregnant. When Asia first let me know me she was pregnant, VJ told me to support her. I wasn't really with the idea, but he was the one that convinced me to stay around and man up about it. Thank God for him.
When I got to his house we played 2k14 and ate burgers. After we were done, I told him about Jadon.
"Damn, she gave birth early!" He said.
"I know, you should see the baby. He's like a mini me," I smirked.
"He looks like you?"
"Well he hasn't grown yet, but come to think of it...he doesn't really look like me at all."
"Does he look like Asia at least?" I paused for some time. Jadon didn't look like me or Asia. He looked like VJ. They had the same big brown eyes like him and the same curly hair. My hair wasn't curly, it was straight and nappy. My hair wasn't black to! Jadon's hair was light brown-the exact same color as VJ's hair.
"Na, can I ask you a question?"
"Wassup?" responded VJ.
"Did you and Asia do anything before me and her got back together?"
"Why?"
"Just asking, because that baby doesn't look like me at all." I looked at VJ.
"Na," he said quietly, "maybe you should take a DNA test." I thought about it. How would Asia feel if I doubted that our baby wasn't mines? She would feel hurt and betrayed. I kept thinking about it and decided not to do the test.
"It's alright, maybe when he grows up he'll like me. I have to go check on Asia anyway, I'll see you tomorrow bro." We did our handshake and I drove over to Tatyana's house.

Two months later.
Jadon was three months old now. He started to learn how to sit, crawl and use a bottle. He was the cutest thing ever. I loved Jason with all my heart, but my mind was telling me that he wasn't my baby. He didn't sound like me or look like me when I was younger.
"Why is his eyes brown Asia? None of us have brown eyes," I asked her.
"I don't know, I never noticed that." She said playing with Jadon. I sat down and concentrated on every bit of his body. He didn't look like me and he didn't look like Asia. He didn't look like my dad or Asia's dad, but he sure did look like VJ. I wasn't a hundred percent sure about taking a DNA test two months ago, but now that Jadon was growing, I was positive about the idea.

It was 12:56AM and everyone was sleeping. I picked up Jadon and took him into the kitchen. He was still sleeping so I was trying to be extra careful. I put the cotton swab in my mouth and placed it in a ziploc bag. After that, I put a different swab in his mouth and placed it another ziploc. I hid the ziploc bag in one of Tatyana's kitchen cabinets and went to bed (taking Jadon with me of course). The next morning, I woke up extra early to get the swab samples checked out. I knew Asia would be worried so I sent her a quick text: Mom not feeling well, see you when school is over. Take care of Jadon for me. Love you both. ~your amazing, most wonderful choco.
When I got to the pharmacy I handed the swabs to the man at the desk. He took them and went into another room. I waited thirty minutes for him to come back. Those had to be the longest thirty minutes of my life. The only thing rushing through my mind was for Jadon to be my son. That's all I wanted. I loved Asia and I loved him. This DNA test was the key to see if they both would be in my life forever.
When it was exactly 7:30AM, the pharmacist came and dropped the document on the table.
"I hope you're happy with the results in the envelope," he mumbled, "most boys your age wish for times like this." I gave her a smile and went into my car. I didn't want to open it right than and there because he had already told me that I would be happy. I got into the car and buckled my seat belt. Before starting the car, I opened the envelope and began to read:
We thank you for taking QuickPATERNITY and we hope your are satisfied with your answer. Please remember that QuickPATERNITY is 99.9 percent accurate! If you do have any doubts about what you are hearing, it may be best to see a professional doctor. This test proved that you, Andrew Perkins and your son, Jadon A. Perkins have a probability of 3.09175910% of being a match. This concludes that you are not the biological father of Jadon A. Perkins.
Yours truly, QuickPATERNITY.

I didn't know if I should be crying or smashing my car windows. The only thing that I did know was that Jadon wasn't my baby. And if he wasn't my baby than that meant he was VJ's baby.