reading the certificates the good doctor has on his wall.
After few hisses of pain and a curse word from Jen, the doctor tells her to get dressed and for us to take a seat back in the waiting room.
We leave, ignoring the shit out of each other even though she has tears streaming down her face. I won’t fall for the sympathy and pity bullshit. She’s pulled that card out on me more times than I care to count.
Frankie stands when she sees us walking back and she wraps her arms around me. I cling to her like she’s my lifeline because, right now, she is. “You okay?” she whispers.
“I’m fine. I’m sure she will be too, not that I care enough to ask.” We pull apart and sit side by side, hands interlocked with each other.
Jen’s name is called fourty minutes later and Frankie gives me a good luck kiss and a wink before I get up and follow Jen back to the room.
The door shuts and I swear the click is louder than usual or it might be because my senses are on hyper alert, my heart is beating way too fast to be normal and my palms are sweating like crazy.
Everyone sits down, including me this time because my legs are too much like jello to hold me upright any longer. I fold my hands together and make a silent prayer to whoever is listening. The silence is deafening and I’m about ready to snap.
“Jase Carter, you are not the biological father. We can’t determine who is the father with a DNA test but I’m guessing Jennifer knows.” I breathe in a sharp breath as relief washes over me and I want to stamp my feet and shout it from the rooftops. I won’t though, Jennifer is many things but I won’t rub it in her face in front of a stranger.
I get up and leave the room, ignoring them both as I practically jog to Frankie. She just about manages to stand before I plow into her and lift her, twirling her in a circle. “I’m not the dad,” I mumble, tears threaten to fall but I am not going to be a pussy, especially in public.
“That’s great news. Shall we go before she comes out?” Frankie asks as I place her back on my feet.
I look back at the room and can hear her loud whimpering. “Good idea.”
We leave the way we came, an extra spring in our steps knowing we have nothing that can stand in the way of us being together. Time will tell how our relationship will be, but I’m not letting someone with beauty slip through my fingers.
My tyres squeak as we leave the hospital grounds, and I ‘woop woop’ with a fist pumping the air. Frankie giggles and tears are streaming down her face. “What’s wrong, princess?”
“I’m so happy you got the answer you wanted. You know I would have supported you if it was the other outcome though right?” She tilts her head to study my expression.
“Would you have though? Or did you just say it to make me feel better?” I quiz, glancing at her briefly before returning my eyes to the road.
“You really think I’m like that? Or did she hurt you that bad that now you have trust issues?” She sounds a little angry, upset and I feel like a jerk straight away.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, sugar.” I grab one of her hands from her lap and bring it to my mouth to kiss. “Trust issues, yeah. Definitely. But I will try to push past them for you. I promise.”
“I understand. You can at least trust me on that one.” She turned her head to look out the window so I can’t make out what she’s thinking.
“What happened to make you say that?” Call me curious, but I want to learn everything about her. I would like to punch the person that did this to her though, then thank him for letting me have the opportunity to show her how a real man is.
“Can we just get back to your house first? I’d rather not tell you while driving through London,” she murmurs, sighing. Her shoulders have slouched forward and my fingers grip the steering wheel.
The rest of the trip home is silent, except for my cell dancing across the dashboard signaling incoming calls and texts. I
After few hisses of pain and a curse word from Jen, the doctor tells her to get dressed and for us to take a seat back in the waiting room.
We leave, ignoring the shit out of each other even though she has tears streaming down her face. I won’t fall for the sympathy and pity bullshit. She’s pulled that card out on me more times than I care to count.
Frankie stands when she sees us walking back and she wraps her arms around me. I cling to her like she’s my lifeline because, right now, she is. “You okay?” she whispers.
“I’m fine. I’m sure she will be too, not that I care enough to ask.” We pull apart and sit side by side, hands interlocked with each other.
Jen’s name is called fourty minutes later and Frankie gives me a good luck kiss and a wink before I get up and follow Jen back to the room.
The door shuts and I swear the click is louder than usual or it might be because my senses are on hyper alert, my heart is beating way too fast to be normal and my palms are sweating like crazy.
Everyone sits down, including me this time because my legs are too much like jello to hold me upright any longer. I fold my hands together and make a silent prayer to whoever is listening. The silence is deafening and I’m about ready to snap.
“Jase Carter, you are not the biological father. We can’t determine who is the father with a DNA test but I’m guessing Jennifer knows.” I breathe in a sharp breath as relief washes over me and I want to stamp my feet and shout it from the rooftops. I won’t though, Jennifer is many things but I won’t rub it in her face in front of a stranger.
I get up and leave the room, ignoring them both as I practically jog to Frankie. She just about manages to stand before I plow into her and lift her, twirling her in a circle. “I’m not the dad,” I mumble, tears threaten to fall but I am not going to be a pussy, especially in public.
“That’s great news. Shall we go before she comes out?” Frankie asks as I place her back on my feet.
I look back at the room and can hear her loud whimpering. “Good idea.”
We leave the way we came, an extra spring in our steps knowing we have nothing that can stand in the way of us being together. Time will tell how our relationship will be, but I’m not letting someone with beauty slip through my fingers.
My tyres squeak as we leave the hospital grounds, and I ‘woop woop’ with a fist pumping the air. Frankie giggles and tears are streaming down her face. “What’s wrong, princess?”
“I’m so happy you got the answer you wanted. You know I would have supported you if it was the other outcome though right?” She tilts her head to study my expression.
“Would you have though? Or did you just say it to make me feel better?” I quiz, glancing at her briefly before returning my eyes to the road.
“You really think I’m like that? Or did she hurt you that bad that now you have trust issues?” She sounds a little angry, upset and I feel like a jerk straight away.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, sugar.” I grab one of her hands from her lap and bring it to my mouth to kiss. “Trust issues, yeah. Definitely. But I will try to push past them for you. I promise.”
“I understand. You can at least trust me on that one.” She turned her head to look out the window so I can’t make out what she’s thinking.
“What happened to make you say that?” Call me curious, but I want to learn everything about her. I would like to punch the person that did this to her though, then thank him for letting me have the opportunity to show her how a real man is.
“Can we just get back to your house first? I’d rather not tell you while driving through London,” she murmurs, sighing. Her shoulders have slouched forward and my fingers grip the steering wheel.
The rest of the trip home is silent, except for my cell dancing across the dashboard signaling incoming calls and texts. I
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