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"I had a DNA test done when we were all still in the hospital."

“You what?” I shriek.

He doesn’t respond.

“How the fuck did you get that done? Who did it? How was this done without my consent?” I feel like waves of fury are literally tumbling off me. I’m livid.

“Easton…” He sighs.

“Easton?!” I wish I could strangle Easton right now. Or Jackson. Either one would be fine. Both would be preferable.

“I asked him to make sure one got done. I don’t know what he did, but I’m glad one was done.” He states honestly, and it only makes me even more angry.

“You just couldn’t take my word for it, could you?” I sigh and get off the bed. “I fucking told you that he was yours, but you just couldn’t listen to me.”

“I’m sorry… I just… I had to know.” He shrugs, not sorry in the slightest.

“You’re a fucking bastard Jackson.” I wipe the angry tears from my face and scowl at him. It feels traitorous that he went behind my back to do something like this. Without even telling me.

“I’m not sorry for checking. Be pissed all you want. I wanted to make sure Wesley was mine, and he is. You had no concerns? Good for you. I did. Now I know, and I’m glad. Wesley is mine. He would have been mine either way, but now he’s really mine.” He sounds so certain as his gaze fades off from mine as he looks over at Wesley. “It’s my kid.”

My anger falls away as guilt starts eating at me. “I wish you would have told me. I would have gotten one.”

He narrows his eyes. “No, you wouldn’t have.”

I think about it then shake my head. “No, probably not.”

We stare at each other, drinking in each other’s gaze.

“He’s really yours?” I ask, the slight doubt that I’ve been pushing down for the past year finally being snuffed out.

He glances over at Wesley, then back at me. Hot, green eyes melt me down where I stand. “He’s mine.”

A bubbling of tears rises in my chest, and I crawl up on the bed and over to him. I straddle him and grab onto his face, smashing my lips to his and exhaling deeply. He kisses me back, slipping his tongue between my teeth and taking everything, I have to give.

Leaning back, I settle into his lap and give him a watery smile. “He’s yours.”

Slowly, he lifts a shaky hand and brings it to my cheek. I gasp out as he runs weak fingers across my lips. “You’re both mine.”

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