My name is Sasha. I considered myself very lucky in life, because I was able to become a father and a husband. I married Masha, whom I fell in love with when I was still in school. She was faithfully waiting for me from the army and when I came back we got married.
First our eldest son Lyosha was born. Then our second son Denis was born. That happened three years later. But I really wanted us to have a daughter. Even when Masha was pregnant for the first time, I told everyone that I really wanted a daughter. Everyone was surprised at this. After all, usually all men dream of sons. But I dreamed it was about a daughter. But it so happened that Masha gave birth to a son. And three years later she gave birth to another son.
Masha and I lived very well, our sons were growing up. And then one day Masha told me the unexpected news: she was pregnant again. I was just shocked. We were not planning a third child. But I was still very happy with the news of my beloved wife’s new pregnancy.
– Well, you’re definitely going to give me a girl for the third time!
– And I think that now we will definitely have a girl! – Smiling, Masha said.
Both my mom and Masha’s mom knew from my wife’s belly that it was definitely going to be a girl and even the ultrasound results were the same. We were all very much expecting a girl. Our sons even thought of a name for their little sister.
At the right time Masha went into labor and I took her to the maternity hospital. I didn’t sleep all night, I was worried. I worried how my little Masha was, whether she had given birth to a girl. In the morning I called to the maternity hospital and was told that my son was born with the weight of 3 kg 200 grams, height 54 cm.
I did not believe what I was told I thought it was some kind of mistake. After all, we were supposed to have a girl. But alas, there was no mistake. We actually had another son. I certainly didn’t expect this, and neither did anyone else. We were all sure it was going to be a girl. But one thing was not clear: how could the ultrasound doctor make such a mistake? When I called my wife, I asked her:
– “Did you cheat on me with your neighbor?
– What are you talking about? What the hell are you talking about?
– But you were supposed to have a girl!
– You’re there at all crazy! – Masha got offended and hung up.
Then Masha was discharged, I followed her and her son to the maternity hospital. We came home. My wife unwrapped the blanket. I looked at my little, very tiny baby, who needed parental care and love so much, and immediately fell in love with my son. Four and a half years passed. I, Dimka, which is what we called our third son, taught him how to ride a scooter. He didn’t look like me at all. He only looked a little bit like my wife. Whereas both of my older sons looked a lot like me.
Then one day I overheard the grandmothers talking about me and my third son in the driveway. They were talking about how Dimka didn’t look like me at all.
– Did you notice how Dimka looked like Sergei from the third doorway?
When I heard that, I was offended. I went and asked Masha who Dimka’s father really was.
– You’re doing it again! How can you even ask me such questions? How can you suspect me of treason? This is complete nonsense!
– I just want to know the truth! After all, Sergei gave you a ride from work once!
– He did! I was already pregnant then! I was throwing up a lot! I was carrying two heavy bags of groceries. So Sergei gave me a ride. Is that a crime?
– No, it’s not! Except that for some reason Dimka doesn’t look like me at all!
In general, my wife and I had a big fight. She was very angry with me. And then I decided to do a DNA test. But Masha refused to do a DNA test. And then two weeks later she suddenly agreed and said that she would definitely divorce me after that. I thought she was just really mad at me and that was it. We decided to take a DNA test after all.
One day I went to take out the trash and saw Sergei. He was already 35 years old, and he still hadn’t gotten married. I looked closely at Sergei, trying to find something in common between him and my son. And I realized that he didn’t look anything like him either.
I came home, sat in the kitchen, thinking. And Dimka ran up to me. He got on my lap, hugged me and started to tell me something. I suddenly felt so peaceful at heart. And what am I really acting like a fool? You don’t have to do any tests! That’s my son! I could feel it in my heart. I took my son in my arms and went into the bedroom to my wife.
– We’re not doing any tests!
– What do you mean, we will not! – Offended Masha. – I was already getting ready to do the test to get you off my back! Make sure that this is really your son, and I did not cheat on you!
I spent a whole week asking my wife to forgive me for thinking so poorly of her. In the end, Masha forgave me. The children grew up. Our eldest son got married, and his wife was already pregnant and his wife gave us a granddaughter. And soon Masha and I became grandparents. I was very happy about this: finally I would have a granddaughter that I could spoil.
I know for sure that I will love her very much, just as much as I love all three of my sons now.
