The Surrogacy Secret

“Mr. Robinson, I’m so sorry.”

Royal stared at the surgeon who stood in front of him with a sad expression on his face. This wasn’t happening. His brother was a loud vivacious man with the world at his feet. “He’s gone?” the words were barely croaked from his throat.

“Yes. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“His wife? Mindy?” He was asking questions on autopilot knowing when his parents arrived back from their second honeymoon, they had sent them on not three days ago, they were going to be devastated.

The surgeon shook his head sadly, “your sister-in-law is currently on life support. We will need next of kin to make a decision.”

“And my niece?”

“Your niece had a fair amount of blood loss. We do need to talk about this. We had asked if there were any key pieces of information, but nobody let us know she was adopted.”

“She wasn’t adopted,” he frowned at the surgeon. “She was born out of state, but she was definitely not adopted.”

“Her blood type does not match either of her parents,” the man frowned.

“One of my favorite pictures of my brother is of him kissing the belly of my very pregnant sister-in-law. The girl is his spitting image.”

“I’m afraid blood doesn’t lie. I would suggest a DNA test to confirm parentage. If there was a mix-up at a hospital. I’m not sure where she was born,” he trailed off.

He blinked in confusion. His brother and Mindy had decided they wanted to have the baby back in her home state of Pennsylvania. She was originally from Pittsburgh and her parents were deceased, but she really wanted to have her child to have something shared from them. She insisted it felt for her it was a connection to her lost family. They flitted back and from until she was close to three months and then for six months totally relocated to Pittsburgh. They came back when the baby was a day old.

“I’m telling you, the child in there is my brother’s.”

“All I can tell you Mr. Robinson, your brother has O-positive blood, your sister-in-law has O-Positive blood. Your niece needed a blood transfusion of a B blood-type.”

He wasn’t a stupid man. He had graduated top of his class in every level since he had left kindergarten. His brain is what made him into the wealthy and powerful businessman he was today. Yet, as he stood staring at the doctor who was explaining biology to him in the most basic of forms, he was barely grasping the information.

"You’re telling me there is no way they are her parents?”

“It is possible one of them is her parent. I would think in this case if you saw Mrs. Robinson pregnant, then she could be the biological parent and your brother not.”

“Not possible. They loved each other. There is no way on this planet she had an affair and had another man’s baby.”

“Unfortunately, Mr. Robinson, we have no way to gather the information verbally from either of them. I strongly suggest you get comparative DNA testing of the three of them. If they hid an adoption from the family, they had their own reasons but given the medical situation we are in now, it might be valuable for Precious to know her medical background.”

He moved to sit on a chair, his legs shaking. “Do it.” He waved to the doctor. “Get it done.”

“I know the timing of this request is hard, but your brother had indicated he would donate his organs on his drivers’ license.”

His brother was selfless to the end, he considered and nodded. “It is what he would want. I know it. Please do what you need to do.” He paused, “I want to see him.”