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My Husband Demanded a Second Child Because Our First Wasn't 'Aryan' Enough – I Gave Him a Reality Check

Byron Loker
Jul 03, 2024
08:20 A.M.

When my husband said our daughter wasn't "European" enough, I knew I had to act. I devised a plan to teach him a lesson, but as I watched his world crumble, I wondered if I'd gone too far.

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There I was, standing in my living room, staring at my husband like he was a stranger. My world tilted on its axis as Peter's words hung in the air between us.

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A portrait of a blond man | Source: Midjourney

"What do you mean, you want another kid?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Amelia's only one year old, and you've been distant ever since she was born."

Peter ran a hand through his hair, avoiding my eyes. "Well, Nora, I just... I hoped she would turn out blue-eyed and pale, like my sister and my mother. But she looks nothing like I imagined."

I felt my jaw drop. "Are you serious right now?"

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A woman reacting in surprise at something | Source: Midjourney

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"I just thought maybe our second one would look more... you know, European?"

"No, actually, I don't know what you mean," I said, my voice sharp. "Care to explain?"

Peter shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I'm proud of my Norwegian heritage. I'm afraid my family won't accept Amelia looking so... brown."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My own husband talking about our daughter like she was some kind of disappointment. The anger bubbled up inside me, and before I knew it, we were in a full-blown argument.

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A woman looking shocked about something | Source: Midjourney

"She's our daughter, Peter! How can you even think like this?" I shouted.

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"I can't help how I feel!" he yelled back. "I just wanted a kid that looked like me!"

We went back and forth for what felt like hours. By the time Peter stormed out, slamming the door behind him, I was exhausted and heartbroken. But as I sat there in the silence, an idea began to form.

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I picked up my phone and dialed my mom's number. "Hey, Mom. Can you watch Amelia for a few days? I need to teach Peter a lesson."

My mom, bless her, didn't ask too many questions. She just said, "Of course, honey. Bring her over whenever you're ready."

"Thanks, Mom," I sighed. "I'll explain everything later, I promise."

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The next morning, after Peter left for work, I packed up Amelia's things. As I zipped up her little suitcase, I couldn't help but think about Peter's words. How could he not see how perfect she was?

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A baby sitting in an open suitcase | Source: Pexels

I drove to my mom's house, my heart heavy. When I arrived, Mom took one look at my face and pulled me into a hug.

"Oh, honey," she said softly. "What happened?"

I broke down then, telling her everything through my tears. She listened in shock and anger.

"That man," she muttered when I finished. "I ought to give him a piece of my mind."

"No, Mom," I said, wiping my eyes. "I have a plan. Just... take care of Amelia for me, okay?"

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An old woman holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

She nodded, pulling Amelia close. "You know I will. You do what you need to do."

Leaving Amelia was harder than I expected. I kissed her chubby cheeks, inhaling her sweet baby scent. "Mommy loves you so much," I whispered. "Never forget that."

When I got home, I spent the day steeling myself for what was to come. As I heard Peter's key in the lock that evening, my heart started racing.

He walked in, frowning at the unusual quiet. "Nora? Where's Amelia?"

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I took a deep breath. "I gave her up for adoption."

Peter's face went white. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Well, you said you wanted a more Aryan-looking child," I said, keeping my voice steady. "So I thought we could try again. Maybe this time we'll get the blue-eyed, pale-skinned baby you want."

"Are you insane?" Peter shouted, his eyes wild. "Where is she? Where's our daughter?"

I watched as the reality of the situation sank in. Peter's legs gave out, and he sank onto the sofa, his body shaking with sobs.

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A concerned-looking man sitting on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

"How could you do this?" he choked out. "I didn't mean... I never wanted..."

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I knelt down beside him, my own eyes filling with tears. "How do you think Amelia would feel, knowing her father was disappointed in her just because of how she looks?"

Peter looked up at me, his face a mask of anguish. "I'm so sorry. I've been such an idiot. I love Amelia, I swear I do. I was just... I don't know. Scared? Stupid? Both?"

I took a deep breath. "Amelia's at my mom's house. She's safe."

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The relief that washed over Peter's face was palpable. He sagged against me, crying even harder. "Oh thank God. I thought... I thought I'd lost her forever."

We sat there on the floor for a long time, both of us crying and talking. Peter poured out his fears about not connecting with Amelia, about disappointing his family, about losing touch with his heritage.

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"But none of that matters," he said finally. "She's our daughter. I love her so much, Nora. I can't believe I let my stupid prejudices get in the way of that."

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A man looking off-camera, appearing to listen to someone | Source: Midjourney

I nodded, wiping my eyes. "We need to do better, Peter. For Amelia's sake. She deserves parents who love and accept her unconditionally."

"You're right," Peter said. "Can we go get her? Please? I need to see her, to hold her."

We drove to my mom's house in silence, lost in our thoughts. When we got there, Peter practically ran to the door. My mom answered, holding Amelia.

The moment Peter saw her, he burst into tears again. He took her in his arms, holding her close. "I'm so sorry, baby girl," he whispered. "Daddy loves you so much. Just the way you are."

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My mom looked at me questioningly. I mouthed, "I'll explain later," and she nodded, squeezing my hand.

***

Over the next few weeks, Peter and I had a lot of long, hard conversations. We talked about identity, about what family really means, about the kind of parents we wanted to be.

"I never realized how deep my biases ran," Peter admitted one night. "I'm ashamed of how I acted."

I took his hand. "The important thing is that you're willing to change."

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Peter started researching my family's heritage, learning about the rich history and culture that Amelia would inherit from both sides of her family. He even signed up for language classes so he could teach Amelia both Norwegian and my family's native language as she grew up.

It wasn't always easy. There were still moments when Peter's insecurities would surface, or when I'd feel a flash of anger remembering his words. But we worked through it, together.

One day, I came home to find Peter and Amelia on the floor, surrounded by books. "What's all this?" I asked.

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A baby explores a book | Source: Pexels

Peter looked up, grinning. "We're exploring the world! I want Amelia to know about all the different cultures out there, not just ours."

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I felt a warmth in my chest as I watched them together. This was the father I had always hoped Peter would be.

One night, as we stood over Amelia's crib watching her sleep, Peter turned to me. "Thank you," he said softly.

"For what?" I asked.

"For not giving up on me. For teaching me what really matters." He smiled down at our daughter. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

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A man lovingly interact with a baby | Source: Pexels

I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. "Yeah," I said. "She really is."

As I watched my husband gently stroke our daughter's cheek, I knew we still had a long road ahead of us. But for the first time in months, I felt hope. We were going to be okay. All three of us, together.

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And as for Peter's family? Well, that's a story for another day. But let's just say that when they finally met Amelia, they fell in love with her just as quickly as we had. Because in the end, love doesn't see color — it only sees the heart.

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An elderly man holds a baby on his lap | Source: Pexels

What would you have done? If you enjoyed this story, here's another one for you about a woman who senses something is off at the family dinner, especially when her mother-in-law pulls out a mysterious envelope. The tension rises as the MIL reveals the shocking DNA test results of the woman's daughter.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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