I watched my best friend’s son one night and it altered my life. I saw my environment differently after discovering what I did. How can I handle the revelations that damaged my faith in loved ones?
Kelly, my best friend, requested me to watch Thomas, her 8-year-old kid. My husband Ryan and I had been considering having a kid, so I was thrilled.
Kelly was 24, although she had Thomas at 16. She moved from another state when Thomas was born due to school bullying.
Kelly and Thomas endured a lot, and I respected her fortitude and devotion to her son. But Ryan never liked Kelly. He didn’t understand why I babysat Thomas.
“I don’t see the problem,” I said Ryan while packing. I was going to Kelly’s to stay with Thomas. Kelly’s firm booked a cabin for a work function.
She wasn’t going because she had no one to watch Thomas, but I encouraged her to rest while I took care of him.
“Why do you watch someone else’s child for free?” Ryan asked irritably.
“Thomas is special, and Kelly is my friend. I want to help her,” I said, trying to be calm.
Why doesn’t she employ a babysitter? His fury grew as Ryan proceeded.
“Not everyone can afford a babysitter, and it’s a stranger staying overnight in your house with your child,” I said.
“You don’t even know how to look after kids; you didn’t have younger siblings,” Ryan said sharply.
Thomas is eight, not a baby. Second, this is a good practice. “You said you were considering having a child,” I reminded him, defensively.
Yes, but— Ryan began.
“But what?” Cut him off. Walking over, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t understand why you’re reacting this way after one night. You and Thomas are alike. Can you not live without me? I joked to lighten the situation.
Finally, Ryan smiled. “I married you to be with you forever. Now you want to stay with another man overnight? he joked.
“The man is eight years old, and you’re a big boy who can sleep one night without me,” I laughed.
“Alright, go,” Ryan sighed, giving in.
Kissed him on the lips. I quipped, “I would have gone anyway, but thanks for your permission, sir,” feeling lighthearted. Ryan kissed me after rolling his eyes.
Twenty minutes later, I parked near Kelly’s house. Thomas ran outside to greet me. He ran into my arms when I got out of the car.
“Ready to have fun today, little man?” I lifted him and asked.
“Absolutely,” Thomas said, beaming. He cried, “We’re not going to sleep all night!”
“I don’t think so,” Kelly remarked, smiling outdoors.
Thomas moaned, rolling his eyes, “Oh, mom.”
“Of course,” I winked. Thomas goes to bed at nine. He smiled broadly, still enthusiastic.
I got my suitcase from the car and we went inside. The place smelled like Kelly’s cooking and felt cozy.
Kelly hugged me and said, “You have no idea how grateful I am, Amanda.”
“No problem. When was your last break? Replied, laying my bag down.
“Don’t ask me that, or I’ll have a crisis,” Kelly laughed, failing to appear serious.
Doing it makes me joyful. Thomas is a lovely kid, I told her.
“I hope I feel the same when I get back,” she laughed, knowing she would miss him.
“How did Ryan react to you babysitting Thomas?” Kelly questioned wonderingly.
Oddly, he tried to talk me out of it until the last minute. Shaking my head, I continued, “I don’t know what got into him.”
“Men,” Kelly shrugged, understanding too well.
“Go ahead. We’ll handle everything,” I murmured, pushing her toward the door.
Stop it or I’ll think you’re stealing my child. You can, but return him in a week. “I’ll miss him,” she joked.
“Kelly,” I rolled my eyes at her drama.
OK, okay. She said, “Leaving,” grabbing her coat.
Kelly kissed Thomas and left, thanking me again. After closing the door behind her, I looked around and saw Thomas smiling huge.
“Yes, adventurer. Ready to have fun? My excitement matched his as I asked.
“Yes!” Thomas yelled, excitement flooding the room.
Alright, what should we do first? I clapped and asked.
“Can we play my new game?” Thomas questioned, hopeful eyes wide.
Of course! Indicate its location, I said.
Thomas took my hand and led me to the living room. He took a bright board game from the shelf. We laughed and played for an hour, filling the place with laughter.
After several dozen games, a few lunches, and Thomas’s limitless enthusiasm, I was sleepy and watching TV on the couch.
I wondered how Kelly had the energy to do this daily. Despite swearing he would stay up to watch the movie and more, Thomas was asleep beside me.
Finally, his tiny body was motionless and breathing softly. His tranquil face made me smile, filling me with affection.
I cautiously stood up from the couch to avoid waking Thomas and carried him to his room. He was heavier than imagined, but I carried him upstairs.
Thomas’ shirt rose as I placed him in bed, and I saw Ryan’s birthmark. My heart raced as I glanced at it.
I assumed it was a coincidence, but Thomas reminded me more and more of Ryan. A rather alarming explanation emerged for his nose and chin shape.
Walking downstairs, my mind raced. I bagged Thomas’ ice cream spoon and put it in my purse.
I hoped I was imagining things, but that would explain Ryan’s weird conduct and Kelly’s reaction question. I felt like this narrative had more to it.
Imagining the evening and my discovery kept me awake all night. The next day, Kelly returned, and I fled, unable to stay quiet.
Upon returning home, Ryan was gone, having met pals that day. My shaky hands picked up Ryan’s hair from the floor in the restroom. I skipped waiting and headed to the clinic.
I gave the spoon with Thomas’s DNA and Ryan’s hair and ordered a paternity test. The clinic estimated a week for results. A sigh, but no option.
I waited a week anxiously for the DNA test results. Ryan didn’t understand why I was acting differently, and I didn’t want to tell him because if I was incorrect, he’d think I was insane.
I lied about my nervousness to evade his queries. My heart raced whenever my phone buzzed, thinking it was the clinic.
Finally, I noticed a clinic message in my inbox one evening. My hands trembled as I clicked. I inhaled and opened the email.
“Probability of paternity 99.9%.” was what I was looking for amid the confusing data. My heart fell and mind spun.
How was this possible? A flood of fury, betrayal, and confusion hit me. What I saw shocked me.
I determined to handle it immediately. I texted Kelly to come over. Answers were needed now.
I prepared for the conversation while waiting for Kelly.
I put the laptop in front of Kelly and Ryan on the couch when they came. They stared at me bewildered.
What’s this? Kelly asked, frowning.
“A paternity test,” I said steadily. Intended for Thomas and Ryan.
“WHAT?!” Ryan leapt up, shouting. How did you…?
“It doesn’t matter how I did it,” I interrupted. “What matters is that you’re Thomas’s father, and I want to know how and why you didn’t tell me.”
“It was eight years ago,” Kelly whispered.
“Don’t you dare,” Ryan threatens, his voice low.
So you knew? You know my spouse is your child’s father from the start of our friendship? Shaking, I asked Kelly.
Kelly nodded shyly, crying.
Why didn’t you speak? Asking quietly, I tried.
Because it didn’t matter. Kelly stated with shaky voice, “You and Ryan are happy, and Thomas and I are fine.”
It doesn’t matter? I was duped by you two! Have you known long? I asked Ryan, facing him.
“Why must you know?” Ryan avoided my gaze.
Answer me! I screamed, furious.
Ryan said, “Since I first saw Kelly and Thomas with you,” whispering.
“Oh my God,” I said, feeling like the ground had collapsed.
It happened in high school, Amanda. Kelly tried to clarify that Ryan didn’t know about Thomas until
we became friends when we were kids.
“Why? Why didn’t you tell me everything right away? Asking, tears came to my eyes.
“I was afraid of losing you,” Ryan stated with regret.
My voice broke as I added, “You’re more likely to lose me now because of the lies, not because you have a son.
I’m sorry. We thought it was best for everyone,” Kelly said, crying.
“I can’t believe I was so blind all this time,” I exclaimed, shaking my head.
Ryan cried, eyes begging, “Please forgive us.
What next? My mind raced as I asked.
“In what sense?” Ryan inquired, perplexed.
“Thomas deserves to know who his father is,” I said, resolute.
“No, wait—” Ryan began, but I stopped him.
His life was without you for eight years. “It’s right for you to become his father now,” I added, feeling strangely tranquil.
Do you want me to leave? Ryan asked in terror.
“What? No. I hope you’ll stay my husband after I calm down. Thomas deserves a dad. I remarked, feeling sorry, “You have no idea how wonderful he is; Kelly has done a great job.”
“So maybe we should ask Kelly if she supports it?” Ryan said, eyeing Kelly.
“Kelly?” Hopeful, I gazed at her.
“I don’t mind, but we need to do it gradually,” she added softly.
“Yes, of course,” I nodded. “I’m still mad at you both, but we’ll work it out.”
Kelly and Ryan stared at me with regret. I thought about how quickly life may change and how we had to progress together. A tough road lay ahead, but we would face it together.
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