Adam’s jealous.
I don’t know what to do with those two pieces of information. I only know that I like them both, even if I’m angry with what he did today.
“What are you doing?” Henry bellows.
“Leaving.” Adam snatches my purse, swings it over his shoulder and takes my hand again. “Come on, Nova. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER12
THE EVOLUTION OF US
ADAM
Two Hours Before…
The paternity testresults arrive while I’m working on the kinetic batteries. I stare at the official lab results, my eyes locked on the bottom part.
99% Match.
Rowan is my son.
I wait for the crash of panic, the surge of adrenaline, the sensation that the world is crumbling around me.
It doesn’t come.
The room remains steady.
So do my hands and feet.
But that doesn’t mean anything. I’m standing in the eye of the hurricane.
Any moment now, the panic’s going to smash into me.
Any minute…
Any…
I press a hand to my chest. My heart is only beating slightly faster than before.
I’m a father.
And I’m okay with it.
Bemused, I smile and shake my head. I think I’ve been slowly accepting the fact that Rowan’s my son for a while now. It started when Nova scolded me about first impressions and kept going since then.
He’s become a part of my life—having breakfast with him, dropping him off at art camp, listening to his word vomit every evening when he comes home. We’ve fallen into our own little routine.
This piece of paper means absolutely nothing. Deep down, I’d already found a way to accept my new, absolutely terrifying and oddly rewarding responsibility.
I fold the paternity test and slip it into my back pocket. Then I pick up my phone because the only person I want to call and talk to about this is Nova.
Her phone goes to voicemail.
I frown and then check the time. Nova always answers her phone. Like Rowan, the device is a biological limb. She only ignores calls when she’s in a meeting, but it’s six thirty. She should be finished with work by now.
I call Steve to check.
“I dropped her off around the Surros District,” Steve informs me.