Man Finds out His Twin Sons Are Actually His Brothers — Story of the Day

After medical tests revealed something odd about his blood type, Harry went home to confront his wife, Nancy, only to discover that the life they'd built over the last 12 years was a lie. But would he let this revelation ruin his family?

Harry watched his sons laughing about something and smiled at them quietly. Although they were twins, Josh had severe anemia, which they had only discovered after noticing strange symptoms for weeks. Luckily, his brother, Andrew, seemed to be perfectly healthy.

Their primary physician decided to run more tests and asked Harry to get a blood checkup if they needed a transfusion. The three were now in his office at a children's hospital, waiting to hear the results and treatment.

Finally, the door opened, and the doctor walked in without looking up. All his focus was aimed at the papers in his hands, and Harry stood up nervously.

"Mr. Campbell, hello," he greeted in an emotional voice and shook Harry's hand.

"Hello, Dr. Dennison," Harry added, telling the boys to greet the doctor. "We hope there's some news on how to proceed."

"Yes," the doctor snapped his lips as he rounded them to go to his desk chair. "Actually, Mr. Dennison. I would like to talk to you. Can the boys wait outside?"

Harry's eyes started to widen, but he composed himself quickly. "Sure," he nodded. "Guys, let us have a moment, please."

The twins, who had been in a light mood although they were at a doctor's practice, sobered up, but Josh grabbed Andrew's arms, and they went outside.

"OK, hit me, doctor. I'm ready for anything. Our family can survive this," Harry breathed, sitting on the chair before Dr. Dennison and leaning closer to his desk. "What's wrong with Josh? What are we doing now?"

"Calm down, Mr. Campbell," the physician sighed and leaned back. "Right now, I'm not too concerned about Josh. He has iron deficiency, but we'll start with supplements, possibly intravenously. We normally have the parents and other relatives tested just as a precaution. But I wanted to talk to you about something else."

Harry touched his chest, relieved that the physician wasn't concerned for his son. It had to mean his condition wasn't that bad. "Alright. What's going on?"

Dr. Dennison pursed his lips. "Mr. Campbell, did you adopt those boys?"

"No," Harry shook his head. "My wife and I had a shotgun wedding."

That response only made the doctor sigh and close his eyes. "This is a little sensitive, but your blood type is incompatible with the boys."

"Well, that happens often. Right? I mean, some parents can't donate blood to their kids because they're a mix of two people," Harry shrugged.

"No, sir. Yes, some biological parents can't donate. But what I mean is that you can't donate because there's no way you're those boys' birth father," Dr. Dennison revealed slowly but spoke quicker when he saw Harry's face. "Blood type is not the ultimate factor in paternity, but your twins are both A blood type. You and your wife are both B."

Harry opened and closed his mouth. "But that's impossible," he mumbled, his hands trembling as he covered his mouth.

"I'm very sorry, sir. I saw these results a couple of days ago, so I took the liberty of running a DNA test on your blood samples, too," the doctor continued somberly, pushing some papers toward Harry. "I understand that this is hard to hear. But there's more."

Harry looked at the doctor, uncovering his open mouth and grabbing the papers. "What more could there be?" he asked, perplexed. His eyes read through many medical terms he couldn't understand and went further. But Harry looked pointedly back at the doctor after seeing something even more surprising.

The doctor had a sympathetic face. "That's not a mistake, Mr. Campbell," he started. "Josh and Andrew are technically your half-siblings."

***

Harry became numb after the doctor's revelations, but he was sure he would have more questions. However, he asked Dr. Dennison about Josh's treatments and left with the boys. He took them to get some burgers because Josh needed to eat heartily and wanted some time with them.

They were good boys and had the best father-son relationship in the world. They liked all the same things: baseball, movies, music, and so much more. Josh loved quoting "The Godfather" because it always made Harry laugh.

But the results didn't lie. The twins he had raised for the past 12 years – his babies, world, and future – were not his. Worst of all, they were his father's children, which meant that… Nancy had been with him.

It didn't make sense. She was pregnant already when he introduced her to his parents. Maybe, he should ask Dr. Dennison to run some more tests.

When the boys finished their meals, he drove them home. Nancy hadn't been at the doctor's appointment with them because she had to let in a contractor who would remodel their bathrooms. As Harry parked in their garage, he tried to come up with the right questions to ask her about the blood and DNA results.

He took a long time getting out of the vehicle, and when he heard his boys yelling, "Grandpa, it's so good to see you!"

Harry saw red, and his fists balled so tightly he didn't notice that his car keys had broken skin until the pain became too pronounced. The anger and pain he had pushed down at Dr. Dennison's office came rushing through his body like a tsunami wave.

But he couldn't storm into the house and confront his wife and father. The boys were right there.

Everyone was gathered in the kitchen, and Harry forced a smile as he walked in. "What are you doing here, Dad?" he asked tightly.

His father grinned. "You told me the contractor was coming today. I didn't know you had a doctor's appointment, but it's good that I came by because I think–"

"Boys, weren't you guys going to Bobby's house for game night?" Harry asked the twins, cutting off his dad, who could blather about anything if someone didn't stop him.

"Right! Let's go!" Andrew said. They picked up their controllers and rushed out. Their friend was only a few houses away, and it was the perfect opportunity for Harry to discuss what Dr. Dennison said.

"Harry, is something wrong? What happened with Josh?" his wife Nancy asked. She could see something wrong in his expression.

Harry closed his eyes. "I know the truth, Nancy. Did you two sleep together?" he asked, not wanting to delay this conversation anymore.

Nancy's jaw fell to the floor, and she looked at Robert immediately.

"It's not what you think, son," Robert interjected, shaking his head.

"What is it then? DNA doesn't lie," he asked, looking between them… but neither could give him a full answer.

Thirteen years ago in Las Vegas…

Nancy was enjoying the beat of the music as she moved through the dance floor to reach the bar area. She and her girlfriend were at a famous Las Vegas hotel, and the club was packed. It had been their dream since they met freshman year in college. After graduation, they started saving and finally took a weekend to spend in the city of sin.

It was everything they wanted, but Nancy needed another round of drinks. They were not buzzed enough.

"Hey! Five Tequila shots, please. Can you give us extra lemons?" she yelled at the bartender over the music and saw him nod. She turned to see the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, moving while she waited for the drinks when suddenly, a whiff of expensive male perfume reached her nostrils.

To her left, Nancy saw a man with a full head of gray hair and a beard smiling at her. "Hey, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?"

She was flattered at the attention. "I'm already getting something for my girlfriends," she answered, her cheeks reddening. The man had to be twice her age, but he was rugged, alluring, and had a confident expression that was so attractive.

"Oh, you're on a girls' trip with your friends?" the man continued, smiling in the most charming way. "You probably don't want boys to bother you, right?"

It might've been the alcohol or the man's perfume, but she suddenly didn't want to return to her friends. "It is a girls' trip, but we're here for adventure. Anything can happen," she responded, looking down and up through her thick fake lashes.

"I see. I'm Robert."

"Nancy."

When the bartender brought her shots, Nancy didn't even notice. She was laughing, flipping her hair, and having the best time. The older handsome man had pulled her closer with a hand on her waist, and she almost swooned into his arms.

"Would you like to continue this in my room?" he whispered in her ear.

She nodded, almost hypnotized, as a tingling ran through her. "Let me just take these drinks to my girls and let them know," Nancy answered, licking her lips and swallowing thickly. The girls cheered when Nancy told them she was leaving with a man, and she followed him out.

They didn't even reach his room, as the chemistry between them sizzled in the elevator…

The following morning…

"Last night was wonderful," Robert told Nancy, kissing her cheek slowly.

"Yes," she agreed, feeling giddy.

They had woken up, ordered breakfast, and talked for an hour before Robert said he had to leave. They held hands while walking to the hotel taxi area and said goodbye.

Nancy knew she would never see him again, and that was fine. Her night had been adventurous and passionate, exactly what a Las Vegas trip should be. She got into her own taxi quickly, excited to tell her friends all about her night with the mysterious, sexy older man.

Three weeks later…

"This can't be happening," Nancy told her gynecologist. "Please, tell me that's a joke."

"Sweetie, a home test might be faulty sometimes, but this is the real deal," she informed Nancy with a patient smile. "Blood tests don't lie."

"Oh, God."

"So, this wasn't a planned pregnancy," her gynecologist commented. "Do you want to talk about your options?"

"You mean abortion?" Nancy asked, frowning.

"That or adoption or keeping the baby. Anything," she nodded. "It's your choice."

"I heard abortions can be risky and might reduce your chances of getting pregnant later," Nancy blabbered.

"That's only in some cases. Abortions are pretty safe nowadays, but don't make a choice based on that," the doctor added, patting Nancy's shoulder. "Make the choice that's right for you."

Nancy sighed and left her doctor's practice, not knowing where to go or what to do.

That night…

"Jeez," Anna exclaimed, shaking her head and sipping a drink. Nancy had made plans with her to go drinking, which she obviously couldn't do now.

"Yeap," she snapped her lips.

"The father is that man in Vegas, yes?" her friend continued.

"Yeap."

"Do you have any way to call him?"

"Nope."

"What are you going to do?" Anna asked shrilly.

"I don't know," Nancy replied, biting her lip. "I guess I'm having this baby."

"Alone?"

"I guess."

"You're insane," her friend whispered and rubbed her forehead.

"Not really. I mean–"

"Hey, ladies," a male voice interrupted their serious conversation.

Nancy and Anna saw two men with tentative smiles.

"My friend and I saw you two being overly serious here, and we thought we should come over and cheer you guys up," the same man continued.

Anna looked at Nancy to see if she wanted to shoo the men away, but she was too nice.

"Sure. We could use some cheering up," Nancy told them.

"Fantastic. I'm Oliver, and this is Harry," they introduced themselves, and Nancy and Anna did the same. They chit-chatted for half an hour before Oliver asked Anna to dance, and they went off.

"I notice you're not drinking," Harry stated, rubbing his neck nervously.

"Yeah. I have a…," Nancy paused for a second. "A stomach bug. I came for Anna, who needed a night of fun."

"Oh, that's too bad. You should be in bed, resting," he continued, concerned.

"No, it's alright. I needed to get out of the house, too. Being alone with your thoughts is not pleasant, sometimes," Nancy continued. "So, tell me about yourself. We let Oliver and Anna dominate the conversation."

"Yeah, we did. Well, I'm a manager at."

They talked while Oliver and Anna stayed on the dance floor for what seemed like hours. But eventually, her friend came over and grabbed her arm. "Let's go to the lady's room," she insisted.

"OK, I guess I'm going," Nancy excused herself to Harry.

"Sleep with him," Anna stated as soon as they entered the bathroom.

"Excuse me?"

"Do it with him tonight," her friend continued, almost demanding. "You can't be that far along. Las Vegas was just three weeks ago. Sleep with him. Say he got you pregnant and have the baby with him."

"Are you insane?" Nancy almost yelled but contained herself.

"No, you're insane, thinking you can be a single mother," Anna continued. "Do it. He looks like a good guy. Handsome. A little awkward and too nice, but he'll do."

"Anna, it wouldn't be right to do that," Nancy continued, appalled.

"Oh, whatever. Men take advantage of women all the time," her friend insisted. "I tell you having this baby alone will be terrible. I have a friend from high school. She was the smartest in the class, except when she got pregnant, and the man ran off. All her dreams, all her ambitions went out the door when she decided to keep it."

"Anna, I have a degree and a job. I can raise this baby, unlike your friend," Nancy sighed, exasperated. But inwardly, Anna's suggestion wasn't a completely awful plan. It would be better to give her child a father than to be a single mom. "Fine. I'll think about it."

"Yay! You're getting married!" Anna smiled.

"Shush," Nancy shook her head again, and they went back outside.

Her friend and Oliver went to the dance floor again, and Nancy sat with Harry. They talked some more, and all the while, she thought about Anna's words. One minute, she swore she wouldn't do something so despicable. The next, she thought her baby could use a father.

Fortunately, Harry continued speaking while she had her internal debate. At some point, she had to make a decision and thought about her child asking about their dad in the future or not being able to date because single mothers didn't have time. Anna's story played in her head again, and finally, she jumped.

"Would you like to get out of here?" Nancy asked, showing him her flirtiest smile so there was no doubt of her intentions. Harry was taken aback for a second but nodded quickly. Anna gave her a thumbs-up as they left.

A few months later…

"They're going to love you," Harry said as they went up the three steps of Harry's parents' home.

"Oh, God. They're going to be mad and shocked," Nancy said, rubbing her finally showing belly.

"No, they're going to be grandparents. They'll be thrilled," her fiancé insisted, and they rang the bell.

"Harry!" a booming voice greeted them, opening his arms wide. But Nancy didn't see the man's face first. She smelled something… that intoxicating perfume that got her in trouble.

"Dad, this is my fiancée," Harry said as he stepped back from his father only to reveal… Robert.

They stared at each other for a second that lasted an entire lifetime, and the older man looked down at her arm on her belly. He started coughing.

"Fiancée?" Robert finally asked after recovering.

"I know it's a surprise. But as you can see, there's another surprise in store," Harry continued, pulling Nancy to his side as they entered the house.

Harry's mother, Miriam, was the picture of delight, pulling Nancy tightly into her embrace, being mindful of the belly. They sat and explained the situation better, including how they met, how they found out about the pregnancy, and their plans to get married as soon as possible.

Nancy just followed along, not knowing what to say. She tried to remain cool but could feel Robert's intense stare, although she intentionally avoided her eyes.

"Harry, come help me get the baby album. Nancy should see your baby pictures. Your child will be precious," Miriam gushed, and Harry grinned.

"AAAH!" Miriam exclaimed, hugging her son and her future daughter-in-law tightly. She and Harry eventually left to find the baby album, leaving Nancy and Robert alone.

Nancy's eyes wandered, trying to find something to talk about, but he cleared his throat. "Nancy, is it–"

"No. They're Harry's," Nancy interrupted pointedly. "I had no idea he was your kid. Hell, I didn't know you were married. But these babies are his, and we won't discuss that anymore. Let's do what they say, 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.'"

"Alright. I swear," he nodded, and Nancy felt relieved.

Present…

"Tell me, Dad!" Harry continued. "How is it that our pediatrician of several years had to tell me that MY SONS are not mine? But worse, they're my siblings! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?"

"Stop crying," the older man insisted and got closer, which only made Harry angrier.

"Don't touch her," he warned, his eyes flaring. "What happened? Because you clearly cheated on Mom. But how did this happen? When did you meet? Why did you lie to me?"

"It was in Vegas," Robert revealed, defeated.

"Vegas," Harry whispered to Nancy. "The trip you took with Anna and your friends a few weeks before you met me and slept together."

Nancy couldn't speak, but she nodded.

"Did you know you were pregnant already?" Harry continued, his voice still low.

"Yes," she confessed, hanging her head. "I'm so sorry, Harry. It was not my intention. I just… I didn't know what else to do."

Harry's hands went to his hair, pulling. "You baby-trapped me, but not even with my own babies."

"I'm sorry," Nancy wailed some more.

"Son, I'm sorry, too," Robert added. "Although, in my defense, she told me they were yours."

"You imbecile!" she stopped wailing to get mad at her father-in-law. "You knew! You can't put the entire blame on me!"

They started bickering, and suddenly, Harry had a vision of other times when they weren't so angry. They laughed at cookouts, always partnered for board game nights, and Nancy always said she liked Robert's perfume. He was speechless now, thinking of the signs he should've seen, especially after his mother died when the boys were five.

The boys… his boys… who had his father's brown eyes, although Harry and Nancy were both blue-eyed. He didn't question it at the time, but he should've.

"Whatever, Nancy! Whether I knew or not doesn't matter. We need to plan what to do now," his father's voice registered again.

"Nothing! We do nothing. They'll never know you're their real father!" Nancy yelled at him, and Harry rubbed his neck, thinking hard. But they were interrupted.

"Grandpa is our father?" Josh asked. They all turned in horror to the doorway, where both twins and their friend, Bobby, stood.

"Dad?" Andrew turned to Harry, who tried to smile but couldn't. The poker face he had maintained after the meeting with Dr. Dennison somehow wouldn't come out, and his sons saw the truth in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to the twins, having no more energy for anything else.

What can we learn from this story?

• The truth will always come out eventually. Nancy should've been honest with everyone from the beginning to save everyone from a mountain of pain years later.
• Lying to someone for your benefit is always wrong. Nancy's situation was challenging, but she shouldn't have gone ahead with Anna's plan or kept lying even in her desperation.

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