My Husband Gave Away Our Son

Synopsis

After five years of struggling with depression, I pulled myself out of it. I stopped mistaking other people's children for my own. I stopped pushing my husband away at night. I was even pregnant with our second child. Then, at a class reunion, an old classmate who used to work in labor and delivery got a little drunk. She patted me on the shoulder and sighed. "I feel so sorry for your adoptive sister, Emily Shaw. "She was in that car accident five years ago, and it damaged her uterus. She can't have children." My mind went blank. But Emily brought home a healthy baby boy. For years, my entire family treated that child like he was the most precious thing in the world. They named him Lucas Shaw. Meanwhile, after losing my own child, I wanted to die more times than I could count. That night, I pulled a few strands of hair from Lucas's head and sent them in with a sample of my own for an expedited DNA test. The result came back. It read: [Confirmed biological match.] I rushed home like crazy, threw the report in my family's faces, and grabbed Lucas. I broke down, sobbing. "Oh, Lucas! I'm your real mother." Lucas shoved me away and ran into Emily's arms, crying. My dad heard him crying, and his face darkened. "Nonsense! Don't say things like that to Lucas." My mom covered Lucas's ears and pleaded with me. "Your sister only wanted a child. You can still have more. Let her keep Lucas. Please." I turned to my husband, David Reed, who had been silent the entire time. "You knew about this, too?" David was quiet for a long moment before answering. "Don't blame your parents. It was my idea." My voice came out hoarse. "Why?" He answered calmly. "Your sister can't have children because she saved my life. I owe her. Lucas is older now. He can decide for himself whether he wants you as his mother."