*Phoenix POV*
“I’ve got it,” Robyn exclaimed as she burst through the door, “three actually.”
“Robyn,” I greeted her as I scanned the area.
“Don’t worry, I saw him downstairs,” she smiled, “he’s not here.”
“Alright, hand it over,” I sighed as I held out my hand. She placed three laminated boxes in my palm making my heart leap. Did I really want to know? I might just be imagining things after all. I took the tests, and waited the right amount of time. I hadn’t looked at the results because I found myself bent over the porcelain rim of the toilet when Damian walked in. He stood in the bathroom’s doorway, his muscles tensed and emanating stress.
“Phoenix,” he called to me in a rush, taking long powerful strides to close the distance between us.
“Call me,” Robyn said as she left, greetin
