Baby Noah and the Brewing Storm
A year later, their joy multiplied—baby Noah arrived. A sweet boy with bright eyes and a smile that melted hearts.
Ethan wanted to name him after his grandfather. Sarah loved the idea. Coincidentally, she’d had a favorite professor named Noah too.
Cue Elizabeth’s meltdown.
“Did you see how she smiled remembering that professor?” she hissed to Ethan.
“You better test that baby. He’s not yours. Trust me.”
Ethan, at first, was furious at the suggestion.
“That’s your grandson, Mom! My wife isn’t like you.”
But Elizabeth wouldn’t quit. She reminded him of that brief time he and Sarah had fought—how she stayed at her mom’s for a few days.
“That’s when it happened. That’s when she got pregnant.”
