Officially Over It - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,60

explained, having no clue just how much he’d just rocked my world.

My mouth fell open in surprise.

“We repeated the DNA test again with a fresh sample obtained from Ms. Foster. It was confirmed. She is not the baby’s mother,” Mr. Prater continued.

“Okay.” I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. “Okay. Thank you so much.”

I immediately tried to call Nathan and got nothing.

Again, I called.

Still nothing.

Fuck! Did he turn his phone off while he was in the meeting or something?

Growling in frustration, I moved toward the washing station and took care to make sure I was super, duper clean before gowning up and heading into the NICU.

When I saw Eerie, I almost wanted to laugh.

Little did she know that her entire show was about to be interrupted.

I walked over to the nurses’ station instead of going directly to the incubator where my guy waited.

The other charge nurse, Willet, smiled at me. “How are you today, dear?”

“I’m doing quite well,” I said as I smiled. “I have some news.”

Willet raised her brow in question. “And what’s that?”

“I just got a call from Dare’s lawyer. He’s said that there is no genetic match between Eerie and the baby. The baby isn’t hers, which means that from now on, she won’t be allowed into the NICU,” I said, guessing what Nathan would say the moment he found out.

Willet’s brows went up. “Do you have that in writing? Because, I swear, that’s the worst thing I can think of right now—telling her that she’s not allowed back.”

“I’ll have it to you by the end of the day,” I promised. “I’m calling our lawyer as soon as I can. I’m sure that she already knows, and is already working on it, but I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

Willet grinned then. “If I could’ve dreamed of anything for you, it would be that. I think that’s the best possible outcome.”

I agreed.

Out of every possible scenario, this one had never crossed my mind.

The scenarios that I had considered?

-Nathan and Eerie getting joint, shared custody.

-Nathan getting full custody, and Eerie getting visitation.

-Eerie getting full custody and Nathan getting visitation.

-Me killing Eerie.

Out of all of my possible scenarios that I’d figured could be a possibility, Eerie not being the mother had never, ever occurred to me.

How did stuff like that happen?

She’d carried the baby for nine months and it still wasn’t hers?

Jesus.

We really needed to talk to that doctor.

There was something more going on there that I had no clue about, and I had a feeling that he knew a whole lot more than he was telling us—including Eerie.

“Well, I’m happy for you,” Willet admitted. “She’s kind of a… pain.”

I had no doubt.

“All right,” I said as I steeled myself. “I’m gonna go.”

She snickered. “Good luck. God be with you.”

I tossed her a look over my shoulder that clearly conveyed that I was going to need it, then straightened my shoulders before making my way toward the back of the room where little man was set up.

I felt like my feet weighed a thousand pounds as I made my way forward.

Eerie looked up from where she was sitting on the chair next to the bed playing on her phone and sneered.

“You’re early,” she snapped.

I looked at my watch.

“Actually, I’m a bit late.” I ignored her jibe.

“Oh,” she fibbed. “It is twelve. Imagine that. Time flies when you’re having fun.”

I didn’t say anything as I waited for her to get up, but she didn’t.

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“It’s time to go,” I said carefully.

“Actually, it states on the agreement from the judge that I can stay until Nathan arrives. It says nothing about you,” she countered. “So I’ll just sit right here and wait for him to arrive.”

I narrowed my eyes.

But it was more than obvious that she wasn’t going to be leaving if she had anything to say about it, so I decided to go ahead and make my call to the lawyer.

“It states that you have to leave at noon,” I countered. “It has nothing to do with Nathan at all.”

“Well.” She shrugged. “If Nathan can take advantage of the non-visiting hours, then I should be able to, too. So I’m staying.”

I narrowed my eyes as I dialed the number of the law office Swayze co-owned with her father.

She answered on the first ring.

“The judge has already dropped the case, full custody was awarded to Nathan,” she said without waiting for me to answer.

My mouth fell open. “Really?”

“Really,” Swayze confirmed. “Like, no joke, I just