You find out that your child is actually the love child of the President and the First Lady. How do you and your husband tell your son?

A short story written for the 2022 /c/WritingPrompts' Short Story Award, this won first place in its category and second place overall. --- When I was in my third trimester of my pregnancy, I went to a dinner party with the rest of the neighborhood ladies. I was heavily pregnant and wasn’t really feeling like I should have been drinking so much. I probably shouldn’t have. I remember standing in the kitchen, next to the sink, and drinking a whole bottle of wine by myself. I don’t even remember what kind it was. I woke up in the morning with a pounding headache and the taste of barf in the back of my mouth. I had spent the night on the floor in a strange bedroom, surrounded by expensive looking furniture that I didn’t recognize. The last thing I remembered was telling a joke and laughing. I slowly got up and looked around. There was a mirror on the dresser. My hair was a mess, and I was sure that I’d gotten lipstick all over my teeth. I looked down at my clothes and saw that I was wearing some kind of silk dress, but it had stains on it. I remembered now. I had been laughing so hard at a joke that I had a little accident. The wine had splattered on my dress. I turned and made my way out of the bedroom, looking for someone to help me. I went through a long hallway, past a living room with expensive furniture and up a set of stairs to the second floor. I saw a woman coming out of a bedroom at the other end of the hallway, and I called out to her. “Hello?” I said. The woman came over to me and asked, “Are you okay? You look like you’re in a lot of pain.” “I feel terrible,” I said. “I think I got really drunk last night and I don’t remember what happened.” The woman took me by the arm and led me down the stairs. “We’ll figure it out,” she said. We went back into the living room, and I saw a man sitting in a chair and reading a book. “Hello,” he said, looking up at me. “Are you feeling all right?” “I feel terrible,” I said. He closed his book and put it on the side table. “Let’s get you into bed,” he said. “Who are you?” I asked. “I’m Logan,” he said. I didn’t know who Logan was, but I felt like I was about to pass out. He stood up and took my arm, and the woman led me to a bedroom at the end of the hallway. Inside, I saw a beautiful four poster bed. Logan helped me onto the bed, and the woman pulled off my shoes and covered me with a blanket. “Thank you,” I said. Logan smiled. “Of course.” I looked over at the woman, who was now standing next to the bed. “Wait,” I said. “Who are you?” The woman sat down on the bed next to me. “My name is Amelia.” “I don’t remember meeting you last night,” I said. “We weren’t at the dinner party together,” Amelia said. I thought about that for a minute. “You’re the First Lady,” I said. “Yes, I am,” Amelia said. I sat up in bed and looked at Logan. “And you’re the President,” I said. “Yes, I am,” Logan said. I felt my head spinning. The President? Was I dreaming? “Don’t worry,” Logan said. “We’ll take care of you. Just rest.” I felt myself being pulled back into bed. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I woke up a few days later feeling much better. When I woke up, Amelia was sitting in a chair next to the bed. She smiled at me when I woke up. “Hello,” I said. “Hello,” she replied. “Do you feel okay now?” “Yes, thank you,” I said. I looked around the room and realized that I was still in Logan’s bedroom. I had no idea how I’d gotten there or why I was there. “How did I end up here?” I asked. “You don’t remember anything?” Amelia asked. I shook my head. “I remember going to a dinner party with the ladies in the neighborhood. I remember getting drunk and laughing. And then...I don’t know.” Amelia sighed. “You’ve been here for a few days,” she said. I sat up in bed and looked at her. “What do you mean?” I asked. “You were in a car accident,” she said. I thought about that for a moment. “I was in a car accident?” I asked. “Yes, you were,” she said. “You were driving home from the dinner party, and your car skidded off the road. You hit a tree, and you lost a lot of blood. We didn’t think you were going to make it.” I was shocked. “I was going to die?” I asked. “Yes, you were,” she said. I couldn’t believe it. I had almost died. I felt a wave of fear wash over me. “What happened to my son?” I asked. “You have a son?” Amelia asked. “Yes,” I said. “I’m pregnant, remember?” “Well, your son was in the car with you,” Amelia said. I felt my heart racing. “Is he...is he okay?” “Yes, he is,” Amelia said. “We took him to the hospital with you and he’s fine.” I breathed a sigh of relief. My son was okay. “Thank you,” I said. “Thank you for saving his life.” “I didn’t do anything,” she said. “The doctors took care of him.” I thought about what had happened. “So...so you’re saying that I was in a car accident, and I almost died, and...what?” I asked. “I’m afraid that’s not the truth,” she said. “What do you mean?” I asked. Logan walked into the room. “Hello,” he said. “Yes?” I asked. “I think Amelia is trying to say that we didn’t want you to tell anyone what happened last night,” he said. I looked at him in shock. “You mean that you lied to me?” “Yes, we did,” he said. I felt angry. “Why?” I asked. “Because of your son,” he said. I looked at Amelia. “My son?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. “Your son is our son.” I looked at Logan in confusion. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Your son is the love child of Logan and me,” Amelia said. I stared at her in shock. “No,” I said. “That’s not true.” “Yes, it is,” she said. I felt like I had hit a brick wall. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “How could you do that to me?” I asked. I looked at Logan, who was standing in front of me with a serious expression. “You know that I’m a very busy person,” he said. “I have a lot of responsibilities as the President of the United States.” I nodded. “Well, I couldn’t be a father to your son,” he said. “But I did want to be a father to him.” I felt like I had been punched in the gut. “So you used me to get what you wanted,” I said. “Yes, I did,” he said. “I wanted to have a son, and you were willing to do whatever it took to have a child.” I was shocked. “That’s why you came to the dinner party and offered to let me stay at the White House,” I said. “Yes, I did,” he said. I felt like I had been manipulated and used by two of the most powerful people in the world. I was shocked. “So you’ve been lying to me all this time?” I asked. “Yes, we have,” he said. “We didn’t want you to know the truth.” I looked at Amelia, who was sitting in a chair next to the bed. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I didn’t want you to know the truth either.” I felt like I had been betrayed by the two most powerful people in the world. I looked at Logan. “Why did you do this?” I asked. “I wanted to have a son,” he said. “And I knew that I couldn’t be a father to your son.” I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Why didn’t you just adopt a child?” I asked. “I wanted a child of my own,” he said. “I wanted a child that I could raise myself.” I felt like I had been used and manipulated by two of the most powerful people in the world. I looked at Amelia. “Why did you let him do this to me?” I asked. “I didn’t want you to know the truth,” she said. I felt like I had been betrayed by the two most powerful people in the world. I looked at Logan. “Why did you keep me here?” I asked. “I wanted to keep you here until you were better,” he said. “And I wanted to tell you the truth.” I felt like I had been kept captive by two of the most powerful people in the world. I looked at Amelia. “Why didn’t you let me go home?” I asked. “I didn’t want you to tell anyone the truth,” she said. I felt like I had been kept captive by two of the most powerful people in the world. I looked at Logan. “Why did you lie to me?” I asked. “I didn’t want you to know the truth,” he said

You find out that your child is actually the love child of the President and the First Lady. How do you and your husband tell your son?

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