No husband holding my hand and no mother pacing in the waiting room. Just the steady beeping of machines, the nurse checking on me, and the little boy I’d been waiting months to meet.
I’d promised to protect that bundle of joy.
No husband holding my hand.
When Tina, the nurse, asked if my husband was coming,
Something in his stare made my blood run cold.
“Mark,” I said before giving his last name.
Silence. Then I noticed a tear slipping down Dr. Carter’s cheek.
“What’s wrong?”
Then he sank into the chair beside my bed as if something had knocked the air out of him.
“There’s something you need to know,” the doctor said.
But before he could finish, the delivery room door swung open!
My blood turned to ice when a woman rushed inside, still wearing a fast-food uniform, her hair tied back as if she’d come straight from work. I recognized the logo on her shirt. It was from the burger place on the hospital’s ground floor.
She stopped just inside the room, breathing hard.
“There’s something you need to know.””I’m sorry — I overheard someone say a baby with two different eye colors was born — I needed to see —”
Dr. Carter froze.
“Lena?” he said.
Tina came in, rushing and looking frustrated. “I’m so sorry, this woman said it was urgent—”
Dr. Carter lifted one hand without taking his eyes off the woman. “It’s okay, Tina, I know her. Let her stay.”
Tina didn’t look happy about it, but she stepped back toward the hall, giving me one more concerned look before she left.
“This woman said it was urgent—”
The woman and Dr. Carter stared at each other as if I wasn’t even in the room, like they’d both walked into a memory neither one wanted to revisit.
My fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket.
“Who are you?” I asked the woman.
She looked at me then, but didn’t answer. I turned to Dr. Carter. “Who is she?”
None of them answered.
The woman named Lena slowly looked at Noah. Her eyes moved across his face, then stopped on his eyes.
Her face crumpled.
“Who are you?”
“Oh no…” she whispered.
Dr. Carter sat back down hard and rubbed both hands over his face.
“This can’t be happening again.”
My eyes widened.
“Again?!”
Lena looked at me with sadness.
“You’re his girlfriend too… aren’t you?”
For a second, I didn’t understand the words.
“What?”
“This can’t be happening again.”
Dr. Carter exhaled.
“I delivered Lena’s baby a few months ago. Same situation as yours, and she named the same father. Both children have heterochromia, which is the genetic condition that causes them to have two different eye colors.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not possible!”
Lena gave a small, broken laugh, but there wasn’t any humor in it.
“Mark told me I was the only one, too.”
I looked at Noah, then back at her.
“Both children have heterochromia.”
My body felt weak, but my mind started moving fast.
Dr. Carter stood and looked down at Noah again, his voice heavy.
“When I saw your baby… the resemblance was immediate. I’ve seen that face before on Lena’s baby.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
I turned to Lena. “Mark is my husband. How did you end up having his child?!”
This time, Lena was the one who looked struck. Her hand flew to her mouth.
“You’re his wife?!”
I nodded once.
“How did you end up having his child?!”
“I didn’t even know he was married,” Lena said. “I met him about a year ago. I was working nights then. He came in all the time, always acting lonely, always saying he didn’t have anybody waiting for him.”
A cold feeling spread through me.
About a year ago, Mark and I were having the worst problems in our marriage. He’d left for a stretch, then come back as if nothing had happened. I asked where he’d been, but he told me I was trying to start some drama.
Now I knew.
“I met him about a year ago.”
Lena wiped her cheek with the back of her hand.
“I got pregnant fast. When I told Mark, he changed overnight. He said he wasn’t ready. Then he stopped answering me. A week later, he was gone, and his number didn’t work.”
I stared at her, even that sounded familiar.
“I only came up because I thought if there were even a chance that the baby was Mark’s, maybe he’d be here,” Lena said. “Maybe I could finally confront him and make him look me in the eye.”
“Then he stopped answering me.”
Dr. Carter looked between us, his jaw tight.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I should’ve realized sooner. When Lena’s daughter was born, she had the same eyes. I remembered it because it’s rare, and Lena was alone too. Mark’s name was given as the child’s father. When you gave me his details, it all came together.”
My mouth went dry. I looked at Noah sleeping against my chest, his little mouth slightly open, his mismatched eyes closed now.
My son had a sister.
And Mark had walked away from both of them.
“I should’ve realized sooner.”
Lena stood there, and we stared at each other as if we were trying to make sense of the same thing.
Neither of us spoke right away.
And Mark had walked away from both of them.
“I should’ve realized sooner.”
Lena stood there, and we stared at each other as if we were trying to make sense of the same thing.
Neither of us spoke right away.
And neither were we.