“Dad! How can you say that? In our house? Right in front of my wife?” Hans questioned, and I recognized the pain in his voice. He wanted this moment to be special, but they had ruined it with these accusations.
Manny raised his hands. “There’s a simple solution here. You can get a DNA test, and we’ll see the truth,” he continued, shaking his head as if it was the simplest option in the world. I still couldn’t believe it, but I was tongue-tied.
“No!”
“YOU WILL GET THAT TEST IMMEDIATELY!” his mother burst out after being quiet for only a few minutes, and I flinched at that.
“That’s it. Get out of my house. If you don’t want to meet your grandson, that’s fine with me,” I told them and took my child to the nursery room.
I heard some more yelling, but my husband eventually made them leave. When the baby fell asleep, I went to the living room, and we talked for a while. We agreed that we would go low contact with them until they apologized.
Unfortunately, my mother-in-law convinced her side of the family that I had cheated and that the baby was not Hans’. We were getting messages from everyone. Some demanded we get a DNA test and others insulted me. People I hadn’t even met did this.
I finally broke down, couldn’t take it anymore. I also saw the pain in my husband’s eyes every time he heard a notification on my phone. “Let’s do it. Let’s get the DNA test and shut them all up once and for all,” I told him, and we did.
Unsurprisingly, Hans was obviously the father, but we had to invite the in-laws to our house once again to give them the results.
“This can be tampered with. What did you do?” Georgia sneered at me after passing the results to her husband.
“I didn’t do anything. Hans took the baby on his own to get tested. I was not there at all.” I sighed.
“Mom, there’s the test you wanted. I’m the father. Now, will you stop this, and just enjoy your first grandchild?” my husband begged, and although he tried to hide it, I knew how much he had suffered. I hated her for it, but I would be civil for his sake.
“Fine.” she said but kept her arms crossed, not glancing at her grandson, who was on the living room crib we had bought. Hans’s head slumped, and I patted his back.
As we sat there in an awkward silence, Manny finally spoke up. “Georgia, we should be happy for our son. He has a beautiful family now.” But Georgia just huffed and rolled her eyes.
I decided to try and break the ice. “Georgia, Manny, we really want you to be a part of Hans Jr.’s life. He’s a wonderful little boy, and he deserves to know his grandparents.” I said it as sincerely as I could, even though I was still stinging from all the hurtful things she’d said.
