Two years later Willow got a call from the hospital, saying she might have the wrong baby - that there was a mix up at the hospital two years ago. She broke down and crieds, calling her husband at work. He sped home, running through the house yelling.
"HONEY!! WILLOW!!" James yelled.
"In here, James," Willow said, wiping her tears. "Now what's going on?" James said hugging her.
"Dr Smith called and told me there was a mix up, and we might have the wrong baby, he says Jessie isn't ours, and the Jacksons have our biological baby!" Willow said crying.
"How can that be?" James said.
"I don't know, James," Willow said.
"Shh, it's a lie. Jessie is ours," James said.
"Daddy, why mommy crying?" Jessie asked.
"Come here Jess," James said.
"Is mommy hurt?" Jess asked.
"No son... Honey look at him, he's ours," James said.
She looked up at him, with his big blue eyes and blond hair. She started thinking no one in her family has blue eyes and blond hair - maybe reddish blonde...
"Go play with your toys, Jess," Willow said.
"Ok mommy," Jessie said, running to go play.
"Honey what's wrong?" James asked.
"He has blue eyes and blond hair," Willow said.
"Yeah. So?" James said.
"No one in my family has that. You have brown, your mom's are green and your dad's are hazel," Willow said.
"I think my great grandma's were blue," James said.
Across town Tara got the same call, that there was a mix up two years ago and her son isn't hers. She called her husband at work and told him what the doctor told her; he left work. Meanwhile Tara was holding her son - she looked at his face, his eyes are green, his hair is red, and he has freckles.
"Mom, can I have juice please?" Blake asked.
"Yes, here you go," Tara said handing him the cup.
"Tara, where are you?" Brandon yelled.
"In the kitchen!" Tara said.
"Hey sport, run and play," Brandon said, hugging Blake.
"Ok daddy," Blake said.
"You know no one in my family or yours has green eyes or red hair," Tara said.
"Are you agreeing with Dr. Smith?" Brandon asked.
"No... I don't know, Brandon, ok?" Tara said.
"Ok, then who has our biological baby then?" Brandon asked.
"Some family named Preston," Tara said.
"NO!! Tara he's our son, not theirs, ours!" Brandon yelled.
A week later Tara and Willow both agreed to meet at McDonalds so they could see for themselves - which made there husbands very pissed off at them.
"Tara, you can't do this!" Brandon said.
"I have to Brad," Tara said.
"Why do you have to?" Brandon said.
"I gotta know," Tara said.
"Then what, huh? Have you even considered that?" Brandon asked.
"Bottom line, I have to know," Tara said.
"Whatever, but if you go through with this meeting... never mind," Brandon said.
"What? Say it," Tara said.
"...I'll divorce you," Brandon said.
"I don't care anymore, Brandon," Tara said.
"You don't care?" Brandon said.
"No, I don't," Tara said.