He Refused to Marry His Pregnant Girlfriend—His Mother Backed Him, But His Father Stood Up for the Unborn Child.

He refused to marry his pregnant girlfriend. His mother supported him, but his father stood up for the unborn child.

“Dad, Ive got news. Our neighbour, Lily shes pregnant. Its mine,” said James as he stepped into the house.

Victor, his father, paused for a moment before speaking calmly.

“Then marry her.”

“What? Im too young. Its not the time to start a familyespecially since we havent even been together that long.”

“Seriously?” His father scoffed bitterly. “So you were man enough to chase after girls, but when it comes to taking responsibility, you act like a child. Fine.” Without another word, he called loudly for his wife. “Margaret! Come here a moment!”

Margaret walked into the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Whats happened?”

“Listen. Our sons got a girl pregnant and wont do the right thing. Lily, the neighbours daughter. Shes carrying his child, and hes hiding like a rat.”

Margaret didnt even seem surprised. Her face hardened.

“And good for him. Why should we bring just anyone into this house? Girls like that are cunningthey find a bloke with more money, let themselves get caught, then demand marriage! And whos to say its even his? He should get a test. Besides, theres no need to pressure Jameshes still young. Hes a man; it was hard for him to resist. But were not obliged to raise other peoples children.”

Victor sighed deeply and spoke quietly.

“But what if it really is his?”

“And if it is? Should we take the blame? Tell him to get the tests donelets know for certain.”

She turned and left the room, leaving Victor alone with his son.

“You know, I was young once too,” he began. “I loved someone else, but I married your mother. Not for love, but out of duty. Because being a man isnt just about passionits about choices and consequences. She was pregnant. I didnt know if I could be with her, but I knew one thingthe child wasnt to blame. My blood, my conscience. And James, though it wasnt easy, Ive never once regretted staying.”

Three months passed. The DNA test confirmed itwith 99.9% certainty, James was the father of Lilys child.

“So what?” Margaret laughed when Victor placed the paper in front of her. “Yes, hes the father. That doesnt mean Lilys setting foot in this house. Not a chance! Ive said my piece!”

James stood there, staring at his hands. His face made it clearhed chosen his mothers side. He stayed silent, fists clenched, not uttering a word.

Victor rose slowly from the table.

“If the two of you have made your decision, now listen to mine.”

He spoke softly, but his voice cut like a knife.

“As long as I live, my grandchild will want for nothing. Ive got landIll build a house, and that boymy grandsonwill have everything Ive worked for. And the two of you? Youll get nothing from me. I wont be part of this shame. James, from today, youre no longer my son. Everything I have goes to the child. Not a penny for you.”

Margaret erupted.

“Have you lost your mind? Youd cut off your own son from his inheritance?!”

Victor didnt answer. He just turned and walked away, ignoring the shouting and curses. James stood frozen, unable to believe what hed just heard. But he knew one thingwhen Victor spoke, he meant it.