Logan Whitaker paced nervously outside the hospital room, wringing his hands. It had been a long labor almost 20 hours but the moment had finally arrived. He was about to meet his first children: triplets.
As he stepped inside, the nurses smiled. His wife Sasha looked exhausted but glowing, her curls damp with sweat, eyes filled with emotion. Beside her were three tiny babies in bassinets, softly cooing. But the moment Logan saw them, his smile vanished.
All three babies had deep brown skin, soft curls, and round, beautiful dark eyes. They were undeniably Black. Not light brown, not racially ambiguous fully Black. Logan froze, blinking in disbelief. Then he stepped back and asked, voice shaking, “Sasha… whose babies are these?”
Sasha looked up slowly and whispered, “They’re ours, Logan.” He stared, stunned. “Ours? Are you serious? Look at them! They don’t look like me—or you!”The nurses exchanged awkward looks. One quietly left the room. Sasha’s voice cracked as she……Read Full Story Here………………………
