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“What?” she asks.

“It’s the lab results,” I say.

Her brows furrow as she sets her food down and scoots over to me. When her thigh presses against mine, it pulls my attention away from the phone. I feel one of her hands slip in mine, and I intertwine our fingers, looking at her and memorizing her perfect face in case it’s the last time I ever see it.

Letting out a heavy exhale, I press a kiss to her forehead that she seems to sink into before I turn my attention back to the phone. As I navigate through the login process, I feel Arianna shaking beside me. Or maybe I’m the one that’s shaking. Either way, the nerves are high, emotions are even higher,as I click on the test result that will easily determine our relationship and the rest of my life.

I click on the test result, waiting with bated breath as the spinning wheel of death circles and circles and circles.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” Arianna mutters under her breath.

When the screen pops up and those words flash across the screen, I’m in complete bewilderment. I blink hard several times as a stuttered breath escapes Arianna.

Probability of Paternity: 0%

My eyes move to Arianna’s, both round with shock before she leaps into my arms. Relief floods through my body as the gravity of the words truly sinks in. Holding her tight in my arms, she pulls away slightly to look at me as I palm her jaw tenderly.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you more, Sparrow.”

Chapter Thirty Two

Arianna

Relief. Bliss. Pure unfiltered joy.

I can’t even begin to come up with all the emotions that describe how I feel. The terror that was wreaking havoc inside me from the moment Logan left to run the test until the moment we read those results was agonizing. Of course I didn’t eat all day, how could I when my stomach was in such tight knots?

Logan and I fell asleep wrapped around each other, him practically smothering me, per usual, and it was so fucking welcomed. I can’t believe that nightmare is behind us. This leaves one huge burning question though, who is the father? Like Ty said, it really could be anyone, knowing my mother.

I hope for my Aunt Marissa’s sake that it’s not Tom’s. She still hasn’t spoken to me. I’ve reached out a few times and have been met with radio silence. I know she’s not mad at me, per se. She’s grieving, struggling with one of the worst betrayals a person could suffer through. She’s allowed to not be okay. I miss her, though.

This morning, we woke up early and went straight to thepolice station where we filed restraining orders against my mother. Mainly because an hour after the test results came in, Logan’s phone began blowing up. Calls, voicemails, texts, each one more unhinged than the next. She sounded psychotic as she began to spiral, demanding there was a mistake, how no man could fill her the way he could. How this is all my fault, and she would make me pay for this. I knew she was just being desperate and delusional, but Logan was not accepting it. The emergency restraining order was put into place based on the text messages alone. We’re on our way home to forget about this mess when he gets a call from the office.

“Hello? Yeah. What? Are you kidding? You’re fucking kidding,” he groans through the phone, wiping a hand down his face as he listens to the person on the other line.

“No! Fuck no. Hold him there, do not let him leave.”

He hangs up shaking his head.

“FUCK!”

I frown, reaching a hand out to rest on his thigh. The muscle instantly relaxes at my touch, and he looks at me, swallowing down his irritation as one of his hands covers my own.

“Sorry, Sparrow. I have to go into the office.”

I raise one shoulder as we pull up to the house. “It’s okay. Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just a client trying to go rogue before his trial next week.”

Nodding my head, he gives me an apologetic smile.

“Forgive me?”

“It’s fine, Logan.” I laugh. “Go handle work. I have a little more homework to take care of.”

“Alright, but tonight we’re celebrating,” he says as he gets out of the car just to get my door for me.

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