Page 71 of Boss's Baby Surprise

Yes, I’m still here, he responded almost immediately.

My throat went dry, and it was hard to swallow.

Are you willing to meet me this evening?I held my breath as I hit theSendbutton.

Where and when?

The house we were renting was only a few blocks from a busy street with a coffee shop on the corner. I texted Marci that I was going to meet Kyle in a few minutes to discuss the contents of the envelope in my hands.

Are you sure?she asked.

I responded,No, I’m not. But I need to do this.

As I walked the few blocks to the coffee shop, I texted Kyle the crossroads and told him I would be waiting there, inside.

The coffee shop was warm, and the smells of coffee and baked goods soothed my jangled nerves. There was something very cozy and comfortable about the setting. Hopefully, that would support my needs as I had to face down all my fears in the form of Kyle Love.

I was there for maybe fifteen minutes before he came crashing into the coffee shop.

“Clarissa,” he said as he approached me. “Is everything all right?”

I couldn’t say anything. My tongue felt thick and sticky in my mouth. I held out the envelope to him. “Here. I don’t know what happened. It looks like they sent your test results, but they were returned. I guess they tried to send them to me.”

He took the envelope from me and stared at it.

“It looks like these have gone on a bit of an adventure.” He chuckled.

I didn’t know how he could find humor in the situation. Then again, I had a habit of laughing when I really wanted to scream.

He let out a long, drawn-out breath. I understood how he must have felt. After all, he wouldn’t be able to claim that Leo wasn’t his after he read the documents inside.

“Thank you, but I told you I don’t need these.” He ripped the envelope in half, crossed the café, and then shoved the two halves into the garbage before returning to stand in front of me.

“I told you, I know that Leo is my son.”

“It certainly would have been easier if you had believed me the first time, Kyle. I’m getting tired of having to repeat myself with you. This has been so stressful, and I don’t know what to say to you anymore.” I swiped at tears that escaped and ran down my cheeks.

He slowly sank to his knees before he took my hands and held them.

“You can say you forgive me. You can say you’ll give me a second chance. You can say…”

“You left us,” I said in the pause of his words.

“And I was so very wrong to have done so. I won’t do it again.”

“But you did it twice. How can I trust you?”

“Give me the chance to earn back your trust,” he practically begged.

I pulled my hands out of his and stood up. He stared up at me from his position, still on the floor.

“That’s a lot to ask,” I said.

“Will you at least think about it?” he asked.

I bit my lip and nodded. “I’ll think about it,” I said before I left the café and walked home.

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