Page 85 of Biker Orc Baby Daddy
He responds immediately.Results?
Tomorrow.
You'll be fine.
What if I'm not?
Then you're not. But you will be.
I look at the message. Then type:What if she doesn't want me to be his dad?
Three dots. Then:She let you stay today. That means something.
Maybe.
Definitely. Now go to bed, you neurotic disaster.
I smile despite myself.Thanks.
Anytime, Dad.
Morning comes too fast.I meet Cecie at the clinic at ten. She's in yoga pants and an oversized sweater. Hair in a bun. No makeup. She looks exhausted.
"How's Orry?" I ask.
"Good. Fever's gone. He's with Colum. Apparently they're 'bonding.'" She makes air quotes. "I'm slightly terrified."
"Colum's surprisingly good with kids."
"That's what scares me."
We check in. The receptionist hands us a clipboard. I fill it out. My hands shake. Cecie notices.
"You okay?"
"Nervous."
"Yeah. Me too."
We sit in the waiting area. Uncomfortable plastic chairs. Outdated magazines. A fish tank that hums too loud.
"Gunther?"
"Yeah?"
"No matter what the paper says. You've been. Good. Really good. With Orry. And I. I'm grateful."
"Cecie—"
"Let me finish." She twists her hands. "I've done this alone for fourteen months. And I was fine. Iamfine. But having you. Helping. It's. It's nice. And if. If the test says you're not. Biologically. His. I. I'd still want you around. If you wanted."
My throat closes. "I want."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
She nods. Swallows. "Okay. Good."
