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Chapter 411
Chapter 411:
She tore open the foil wrapper of the digital test, unscrewed the dropper, and carefully squeezed exactly three drops of the liquid onto the absorbent tip. She set the test on the edge of the sink and waited.
The digital screen blinked.
Thirty seconds later, it locked.
Pregnant appeared in bold black letters. Below it, two bright red lines glowed on the secondary indicator window.
Alycia smiled. It was a cold, victorious smile.
She dropped the dropper back into her purse, unlocked the door, and walked out.
Cole was standing exactly where she had left him.
She crossed the aisle and held the test out to him. Her lower lip trembled, and fresh tears spilled over her lashes.
“Cole,” Alycia sobbed, her voice cracking with carefully performed joy. “We… we really are having a baby p>
Cole looked down.
𝘔𝗼st 𝗋𝖾𝖺d 𝗍𝗁i𝘴 𝘄e𝘦𝘬 𝗼n
His eyes locked onto the digital screen. He saw the word. He saw the two red lines.
The floor dropped out from under him.
The last desperate shred of hope in his chest was crushed to dust. The proof was right there in front of him, scientific and undeniable. He was going to be a father. He was permanently, legally, and biologically bound to the woman standing before him.
A suffocating wave of despair crashed over his head. This child was a concrete wall, sealing him away from June forever.
Alycia threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, sobbing loudly.
Cole’s arms hung limp at his sides. His body was completely rigid.
Slowly, mechanically, he raised one hand and patted her back twice — the stiff, hollow gesture of a dead man.
“Don’t cry,” Cole rasped, staring blankly at the fluorescent lights above. “I’m here p>
Less than three blocks from the CVS pharmacy, the night air was quiet and cool.
June and Easton stood on the corner of Park Avenue. The streetlights cast a warm golden glow over the sidewalk. Easton had insisted on walking her to her building and now stood a respectful distance away, the heavy pet carrier in hand.
“I can take it from here,” June said, offering a soft smile. “Thank you for dinner, Easton. And for — the rescue p>
“It was my pleasure,” he replied, his voice a low, soothing rumble.
He knelt to set the carrier gently on the pavement so June could reach the handle.
“Is he okay in there?” she asked, her brow furrowing with genuine concern after the chaos of the near-miss. “Let me just check on him p>
She reached down and unlatched the front door of the carrier, intending only to peek inside and offer a reassuring word.
The door swung wide.
The pure white Angora rabbit, still buzzing with adrenaline from the ordeal, bolted out like a fluffy cannonball.
“Oh!” June gasped, lunging forward.
Easton was faster.
He moved with surprising agility, stepping quickly to the right to cut off the rabbit’s path toward the busy street. Rather than grabbing at the animal, he dropped smoothly to one knee on the dirty pavement — completely ruining his expensive trousers — and extended his hand with the palm flat and open. He made a soft, quiet clicking sound with his tongue.