Chapter 2 - THE BABY MARGARET REFUSED TO CALL FAMILY
Daniel wanted answers immediately.
Claire wanted a hospital.
For once, Claire won.
The fall had not involved a direct blow to her abdomen, and she had no bleeding or severe pain, but neither she nor Daniel was willing to gamble with a late-term pregnancy. Daniel drove her to the nearest hospital while Margaret remained at the lakehouse with household staff.
The black duffel came with them.
Claire noticed that.
Daniel never let it out of his sight.
After examination and monitoring, the obstetric team found no immediate sign that Claire or the baby had suffered serious harm. They were told what warning signs to watch for and advised to follow up with Claire’s regular obstetrician.
Only after Claire was safely settled in a private room did she look at Daniel.
“What is in that bag?”
Daniel sat beside the window.
For the first time since the terrace, he seemed unsure how to answer.
Claire knew about Margaret’s hostility toward the pregnancy.
She simply had never understood its depth.
The baby Claire carried had been conceived through donated embryos after years of failed fertility treatments.
Daniel and Claire had tried almost everything.
Surgery.
Medication.
Multiple IVF cycles.
A miscarriage.
Another failed transfer.
Eventually, after painful conversations neither of them had imagined having when they married, they chose embryo donation.
The embryo had come from donors who had completed their own family and donated remaining embryos through a licensed program. Daniel and Claire had gone through medical screening, counseling, clinic consent procedures, and legal review before the transfer.
Genetically, the baby was not related to either of them.
Emotionally and legally, that had never mattered to Daniel or Claire.
Margaret disagreed.
At first she disguised her contempt as concern.
Was Claire certain?
Had they really considered adoption?
Would the child someday resent them?
Did Daniel understand that “none of us” would be biologically connected to the baby?
Then the language got uglier.
Margaret started calling the pregnancy “Claire’s project.”
Then “the donor baby.”
Then, when Daniel was not present, “a stranger’s child.”
Claire had hidden some of those comments from him because she knew Daniel’s relationship with Margaret was already strained.
The terrace had ended that strategy permanently.
Claire looked at him.
“When she said the baby gets nothing from the family, that wasn’t the first time.”
Daniel’s head turned.
“What?”
“She’s been saying versions of it for months.”
His expression tightened.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because every conversation between you and your mother turns into a war.”
Daniel looked away.
After what he had done on the terrace, he had no easy argument.
He had struck Margaret with the duffel when the immediate physical act against Claire had already ended.
Then he had flipped an entire table.
The actions had felt protective in the moment.
Sitting in a hospital beside his pregnant wife, they looked different.
“What I did out there was wrong,” he said.
Claire studied him.
“The first thing you did was get between us.”
“No. The first thing I did was hit her with a bag.”
“You saw me on the ground.”
“I know.”
Daniel rubbed both hands over his face.
“But she wasn’t hitting you when I got there. I saw red and I retaliated.”
Claire did not disagree.
“And the table?”
“Worse.”
That honesty mattered.
Then Claire looked at the duffel again.
“So tell me why you walked onto that terrace carrying something that made your mother look like she’d seen a ghost.”
Daniel was silent for several seconds.
Finally he said, “Because yesterday I found out something about myself.”
Claire’s stomach tightened.
“What?”
Daniel looked directly at her.
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“Something that makes every word she’s said about blood and family a lie.”
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