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“You’re definitely in labor,” Julie said with a grin. “And you’re already four centimeters dilated.”
“Is that good? The father isn’t here yet, and I’m not sure when he can get here, and the baby is only thirty-seven weeks, and—”
“Finley,” Julie said in that calming tone of hers.
“Yeah?”
“It’s all going to be okay. You are not going through this alone.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded. It felt like I was. Trent was supposed to be here. I should have been able to plan things. The store should have been closed, or at least Anna should have been there. God, I was messing everything up.
“Do you want me to let your friend back in?” Julie asked.
“I need you to do one thing for me,” I said, grabbing her arm.
“Okay?”
“I need a paternity test. Can you do that when the baby is born?”
