Gemotions

He’d always considered himself a practical man. Now, practical didn't feel like enough. The DNA results, neatly printed and organized in a binder, lay open on his desk. The sheer logistics of it all - new family members, their histories, their flaws - disgusted him.

He slammed the binder shut. The click echoed in the otherwise silent room. His office, typically a sanctuary of order, felt tainted. He imagined the mess of his "new" family, the chaos of their lives, and felt a wave of nausea rise in his throat. He would deal with it. Eventually.