You what? Emily gasped, her eyes wider. I told you not to call them, Olivia. How could you do this to me? Like its not embarrassing enough not knowing who the father is, you want me to air my shit on national television? Emily stood, yanking her purse from the table. Were not doing it.

Emily, wait! Olivia jumped to her feet, following Emily toward the exit. She grabbed Emilys arm and whipped her around. Youre not listening to me. Theres more.

More? Emily questioned, her brows furrowed. What, did you tell them what positions I like during sex? Maybe you went as far as letting them know I made out with Candice Weathers at the graduation party while I was drunk? Without waiting for a reply, Emily pulled her arm from Olivias grasp, turned on her heel, and continued weaving through the crowd.

Emily! Olivia called. Theres another paternity test available, and its noninvasive. Emily skidded to a stop. With her lips parted and shock running through her system, she turned around. Its true, Olivia continued. Its a simple blood test. You dont even have to go on the show, and you guys can have the results in less than ten days.

Emily swallowed, her heart pounding faster. Olivia started for the table and Emily followed. Feeling as though shed been sucker punched, Emily dropped her purse, pulled out a chair, and stared at Olivia. Tell me what you know, she breathed, trying to calm down.

Im sorry I called the show, Olivia whispered. It was going to be a joke. I wasnt even gonna give them your real names. I had Olive Oil for you, Popeye Rodriguez for Gavin, and Norman Bates for Douchecock. I figured Id put the tickets in a card since you wouldnt let us throw you a shower.

Liv, Im not worried about the show. She sighed, attempting to compute how twisted, yet hysterical her friend was. Just tell me what you know.

Its called a noninvasive prenatal paternity test. The woman from the show said some company, DNA Diagnostic Center, performs them at their labs across the United States. They need a blood sample from the mother and a blood sample from one of the potential fathers. Olivia shrugged. Thats it.

Emily shook her head, unable to believe what she was hearing. How can that be? Everything I read online about the amniocentesis said you need amniotic fluid to perform DNA testing prior to giving birth.

Olivia took a sip of her frozen Frappuccino and leaned back. I really dont understand it myself. She said something about fetal cells in the mothers bloodstream. Thats it, Emily. Within ten days of the lab receiving the samples, you can go online to the DDCs website, and youll have your results.

Ten days. Ten. Simple. Quick. Days.

Emily brought her hand to her mouth, her voice a whisper. My God, why didnt my doctor tell me about this months ago? This whole time, we couldve known. Her heart seared. Their nightmare shouldnt have lasted as long as it had. Hell, at that point, Emily felt all kinds of fucked up about taking her doctors word for it without doing further research.

Its a relatively new test, and lets be honest, your doctors relatively old. His office is a throwback to the seventies. Shit, he still performs sonograms. Olivia slid her chair closer to Emily and placed her hand on her shoulder. Maybe he didnt know about it. Either way, you do now.

Emily swallowed, trying to process whatd been dumped in her lap. There was truth in Olivias statement. Emily now knew about the test and soon Gavin would, too. They couldnt take back the sleepless nights over the last several months. They couldnt remove every second of the agonizing wait theyd endured. Six and a half months of worrying whether or not she and Gavin would spend the rest of their lives tied to Dillon couldnt be undone. Armed with new information, Emily wasnt about to let another wicked, unknowing minute tick by. Standing, she grabbed her purse, popped a kiss on Olivias head, and with a scared and heavy heart, headed out the door to go tell Gavin.

She only prayed their long-awaited answer would be the one they so desperately wanted to hear.

Nerves a tangled mess, Emily stepped from the elevator into Blake Industries.

Beaming, Gavins secretary stood from her desk. Hey, Emily! she chirped, gathering her into a hug. When she pulled back, her smile widened as she gave Emily a once-over. Not too much longer.

Yeah. Not much at all. Emily shifted in her heels, wondering why she was wearing them. Her swollen belly had nothing on her feet at that point. Im ready to be done with this pregnancy.

I bet. The last few weeks can be brutal, but its so worth it at the end. Before you know it, youll have a little life in your arms. Youll forget each second of discomfort. You and Mr. Blake wont be able to contain your excitement. Emily gave her a weak smile. Natalie was on the long list of people who didnt know the real scenario. With trepidation in her brown eyes, Natalie tilted her head. Can I feel?

Of course. Emily took her hand and placed it on her stomach. Hes very active this afternoon. And he was. Emily swore her little man was doing cartwheels. Under the silk of her sundress, her flesh rolled in waves with his squirming movements.

God, I remember this, Natalie sighed. Well, enjoy it. There will come a time in your life when you realize this was one of the best parts.