Evan’s POV
He had my grey eyes, my hair texture and colour and my complexion when I was newly born. Mom took countless pictures of when Emily and I were babies and Jevan resembled me. I had no doubt in my mind, he was absolutely my son.
Jasmine had been discharged the following day after she had given birth. I took her and the baby back home.
I knew I said that when the baby came, Jasmine would have to find somewhere to stay, but Jevan was too young to be outdoors so soon and the police detectives still hadn’t found out who attacked Jasmine during the early stage of the pregnancy. All of that just made me unsettled to have Jevan out there.
I had already brought everything a baby needs. From cribs and countless pieces of clothes to newborn baby formulas. She had everything she needed for Jevan and she wasn’t to worry about a thing.
I watched him as he slept so peacefully in the crib. Mom, Dad, EJ Emily, Susan and Zenia met us at the hospital when everything had been settled down and Jasmine regained her strength. They all couldn’t wait to see our boy.
He was only two days old and already such a delight.
As I watched him slept, I imagined all the things in store for him. I would spoil him rottenly and I knew mom and dad would do the same. Their first grandchild and the heir to the Hollen’s throne. Jevan Hollen.
*Two Months Later*
“Baby, are you ready to set the official date so I can start sending out wedding invitations?” Aria asked as we cuddle up together in the pool.
“Sure. How does the end of July sounds?” I answered.
“Excited,” she answered and planted a kiss on my lips before getting out.
“Where are you going?” I called.
“To tell my family and my friends!” she called back and wrapped a bath towel around her slim figure and made a beeline to inside the house.
I floated around, thinking about the wedding day and if I was making the right decision.
Of course I am.
I got out when my skin became wrinkled. Jasmine was sitting inside with Jevan in her arms as she breastfed him.
“You know, I never told you congratulations,” she said as she saw me looking on. She was a great mom.
“Thanks,” I answered coldly and dried my hair while I went upstairs.
Aria was making and answering phone calls like if she was working in a telephone company.
“Baby, something had been on my mind,” she said once she had finished with the phones and turned them off.
It was late afternoon and we were now laying in bed.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You never did get a DNA test done on Jevan and yourself,” she answered and looked over to me.
“Aria, are you serious?” I groaned.
“Yes I am. You can’t tell if you’re the father just by looking at him, Evan. Of course he has the grey eyes and complexion but are you the only man in the world with such qualities?”
“Aria, I really don’t want to do this with you again. I really don’t.”
“And why not? Are you scared you just might get the shock of your life? Jasmine shouldn’t be scared to have you issue one if she has nothing to hide. And you shouldn’t be afraid if you’re really confident that he is your son. Are you afraid?”
“I’m not afraid!” I almost snapped at her.
“Well then prove it. Get a DNA test done.”
“Fine. If that’s going to shut you up once and for all.”
I clapped my hands and the lights turned off. Sleep took over.
The next morning, I told Jasmine I wanted a DNA test to be done, and of course, that made her upset but it wasn’t new to her so I couldn’t understand why she was acting up like this.
On my way to the office, Aria, Jevan and I stopped by a private DNA center where the test will be done. I had to await five days for the official results.
“He’s my son,” I said as I placed him into the car with Aria. They were going back to the house with Fisher and I was going to work.
“Okay Evan, if you say so. And I’m beginning to think he actually is your son,” she responded. She took Jevan into her arms, “I wouldn’t harm him,” she quickly said, “What kind of woman do you think I am?”
“Drive safe Fisher. You got my kid in there,” I called out to him.
“Yes boss,” he replied and started the car. I watched as the car drove away before I got in mine.
*Five Days Later*
My cellphone buzzed in my pocket as I walked downstairs to get to my car.
“Evan Hollen,” I answered.
“This is Melani Thompson. I’m calling from the DNA centre. Your results are in Sir.”
“Thanks Miss. Thompson. I’ll be right down.”
I got into my car and drove out the gate. I was in the best of moods. Aria would finally shut up about having a DNA test issued.
Even Zack saw that Jevan was my son and he was on Aria’s side.
She knew he was my son but she couldn’t accept that he was.
“Hello Mr. Hollen,” a woman greeted me and I assumed she was the one who called.
“Here are the results,” she added and handed me a large brown envelope.
Anxiously, I opened the envelope and scanned the papers. I hadn’t done a DNA test before nor did I knew anyone who had one.
“Excuse me, what’s this?” I asked Melani Thompson and showed her a graph at the bottom.
“Oh, we do that to calculate the probabilities.”
“Oh. And what’s the DNA result?”
I handed her the paper.
“In the case of two months old Jevan Hollen, you’re not the father.”
“WHAT!!”
" In. The. Case. Of. Two. Months. Old. Jevan. Hollen. You’re. Not. The. Father,” she repeated slower while my head spun faster and faster.
“It states that right here at the end,” she added.
I grabbed the papers out her hands and looked it over. She was right.
I wasn’t the father.
My son isn’t my son!
I got into my car, threw the envelope on the seat opposite me, made a U turn and headed back to my house.