Hailey's POV
For the third time this week, I find myself seated in Levi's office, my fingers twisting together as I stare out the large window. The city stretches beyond the glass, with cars weaving through traffic, and pedestrians moving along the sidewalks.
Levi had asked me to come here because the results of the DNA test are ready. We took the test three days ago - just like we agreed - and now, in just two days, we've gotten an answer. He went to pick the results himself but insisted that I wait for him here.
I exhale slowly, rubbing my thumb and forefinger together, my body racking with nerves.
'What will the results say?'
I am confident that the child is Levi's. But with the way everything went so fast, I'm also afraid that the result might not be accurate.
What if it's a
