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“Okay.” My heart races in my chest as I hang up.
“Well, whose are they?” Halliday asks the second the call disconnects.
“Drew’s.” I swallow.
“I knew it—”
“And Henry’s.”
Her eyes go like saucers. “What?”
I take a deep breath to try and bring my heartrate down.
“They’re both the father. One baby each.”
Chapter 16
Sophie
“What’s with the face?”Drew holds my chin, his piercing blue eyes trained on me. “Something’s wrong. What is it?”
I wanted to wait until I at least got through his front door before I told him about Doctor Melinda’s call earlier today, but he has this way of reading me that no one else does.
“Sophie?” he presses as I look back at him.
I’ve spent all afternoon in my office reading the information in the email she sent me and then Googling for more. I was driving myself crazy, so I left work early, which I never do, and called Drew to see if I could let myself into his house and wait for him. Only, this is Drew, Mr. Protective, so he cleared the rest of his meetings for the day and was here when I arrived.
“Doctor Melinda called.”
“Are the babies okay?” His eyes drop to my stomach as he sweeps me into the house and pulls me close.
He pulls back and looks at my expression, then his face screws up. “Shit.” Warm lips press to my forehead. “It’s okay. We’ll manage together. Whatever the babies need. Whatever you need. We’ll find a way, okay?”
“They’re both fine.” I place my palms on his chest. His heart is hammering.
“Then what?” His dark brows pull low, and my heart constricts at how beautiful he is. One baby might look just like him.
“The paternity results came back.”
Relief softens his face. “So the babies are okay?”
“Yes.”
“Thank god.” He tips his head back and his Adam’s apple bobs. When he lowers it, his eyes are sparkling. “Come on, I’ll get you a drink. You need to stay hydrated, Mama.” He winks at me and takes my hand, leading me into his kitchen.
“Don’t you want to know what she said?”
He takes a glass from his cupboard, fills it with iced water from his fridge and then holds it out to me.
“Drew?”
He arches a thick brow at me and motions to the full glass.
I tut and drink it quickly. He smiles as he takes it from me and places it on the black marble counter.
“You asked for the test. I don’t need to know what the results are. I can’t want you and our babies any more than I already do.”
I look back at him, reading the calmness in his eyes, the relaxed slant of his shoulders, his even breathing.
