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"Wait
a minute, Milly is that you?" Sally noticed her trying to hide her face.
"Ahhh...kumbe
it is you Milly. I was not wrong. How is the baby doing?"
""The
baby is doing fine Dr. Gatanga."
"Good,
that is good to hear. When are you going to bring your husband to finalize the
adoption?"
"Wait
a minute, doctor did you just say adoption?" Gerald becomes completely
shocked. "What adoption are you talking about? Is that not my child?"
"Ahh,
so you must be Gerald. My name is Dr. Gatanga. Unfortunately your child died,
and Milly here came to us to adopt a child of similar age to her first
one." Outwardly surprised. "Milly had told me the both of you had
talked about it and that you were ready for adoption."
"Milly
what is this doctor talking about?"
The
room fell silent as everybody turned to Milly.
"Well...I...."
She breathed heavily and turned to face Gerald. "Our baby died about a
week ago after you had taken the DNA test. I felt horrible because the baby was
the reason you came back to me. Doctor Gatanga was the one who has been helping
me finalize the adoption process of this baby. I was hoping to tell you...once
we got married."
"Wait...what?
What do you mean? I left Sally to come to a fake baby? Are you OK in your
head?"
The
nurse at Gerald's bedside is still screaming at him to cool down. She orders
everyone to get out. The last thing Gerald hears as he is put to sleep by the
nurse is Sally saying
"I
am pregnant. It is your child"
The End
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