CHAPTER 1

“She looks so beautiful” Bailey,my younger sister, said sitting beside me as she took in the baby’s hand. The baby had fallen asleep.

My smile grew wider as I stared at the new-born baby girl, my best friend had just given birth to.

I wish she knew the guy she had a one-night stand with. He would be so happy to see his baby.

As funny as it was, the baby had taken all the father’s features and none from his mother.

Becky layed on the bed with a tired smile. “She already has five thousand likes,” she said, staring at her phone.

I nodded. I had been so happy about the news of my best friend giving birth and had posted it on my blog.

Becky cleared her throat and stood up “Can you take her to the PEDs doctor? She said she will have to give her some vaccines,” she said.

I nodded with understanding that I knew she was weak. She deserves to rest after all she just gave birth. I stood up and walked towards the PEDs doctor’s office. Bailey followed me. 

The doctor had gone for an abrupt break, so we were asked to wait. I looked at bailey; she had this worried look on her face.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked her as I cuddled the baby.

She shook her head. “Nothing, Bailey said,” she said, her voice laced with hesitation.

“Really?” I asked her with a raised eyebrow. I knew she was hiding something.

She shook her head and sat upright. She cleared her throat for a while before she spoke. “I don’t want you to get this wrong, but don’t you think Becky’s baby has so much resemblance to your husband?” She asked.

My heart dropped. I looked at the baby and then at her. Where was she getting this sort of thought about”?

I chuckled. “No. I mean, what are you even saying? Can you hear yourself? You are accusing my husband of cheating on me with my best friend!” I shouted at her.

That was an absurd thought. My husband would never cheat on me. He loved me.

She shrugged. “Well, I am just saying. The baby has six fingers-” she began, but I interrupted her.

“Well, if you don’t know. You were born with six fingers too!” I shouted. The baby made a brief movement, showing that we were disturbing her sleep.

I glared at Bailey, anger rushed within me. How would she say that? I knew she never liked Chad, but she can’t stoop so low by trying to break my marriage.

“Yes, but I got it from dad. Besides, the baby has blonde curly hair,” she insisted.

I closed my eyes as I tried to control the anger that was staring up within me. For a moment, I questioned myself if what she was saying was true.

Since Becky’s pregnancy, my husband has grown fond of her. Drove us for the clinical checkups, made sure I was always with her during my free time.

I shook my head, no. He said he would wait with me till I gave birth.

“The father could have blonde hair. There are so many people in this world who have curly hair,” I shouted at her.

Just then the PEDs doctor came in. She greeted us with a warm smile. “You would need to take off her shirt a little,” she instructed as she pulled out a syringe

I glared at her once more, daring her to say another word. She shrugged and focused on her phone.

I pulled the cloth out and watched as the PEDs doctor injected her. The baby burst into ear piercing tears as the needle touched her skin.

“I will be on my way,” Bailey informed me and left.

Immediately, she left. I turned my attention towards the doctor once more.

“Awwn, she has a birthmark on her nipple. It’s a very rare place to have birthmarks, “she said with a smile.

My heart dropped. In fact, I think I stopped breathing for a while. My husband had such a birthmark too. In fact, I usually teased him about it.

She checked the baby’s heartbeat before dismissing me. “. Are you her sister or family relation?” She asked me.

I took in a shaky breath as I tried to control myself. “No, I am her best friend,” I answered.

She nodded with a smile. “Please, when you get there, tell her that I need to see her husband,” she said.

I gave her a tight smile. “She does not have a husband” she furrowed her eyebrow, so I added, “She and her husband separated, “I said, trying to convince her.

She nodded, her eyes reduced to a split. “That’s strange, considering the fact that she always came here with her husband,” she said and turned her attention to the file on her table.

Husband? Becky did not even have a bone in her to stay committed to a man. Then how did she have a husband?

“She does not have a husband,” I said with firm assurance.

She nodded and took out a file. “Is her name not Becky karma?” She asked and tossed a file to me. “That is her file,” she added.

I took the file with trembling hands. How did Becky become Mrs Karma? Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at the name that she has used to get registered.

Mr & Mrs Chad karma. 

Fear crept into me. What if Chad was the fathe

r of the child? What if I was made the godmother to my husband’s child?