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57. In His Arms

-Jordan-

I was extremely nervous on the day Blake went to take the DNA test. I feared they wouldn't let him come back to me. The fear was eating up my strength to deal with my head, so I stayed in bed the entire time, staring at the ceiling or the wall, counting seconds. I tried to stay strong and be brave, but not having him next to me, spending hours alone with my own head... I had to take meds to keep myself calm. It took me only an hour to give up and go find them.

As time passed, my fear of losing Blake got a lot worse. Why was it taking so long? Where was he? Was he not coming back anymore? Did they throw him in jail? For how long?!

I couldn't take it. I couldn't stand the idea of not having him back. I was barely able to breathe without him. Even with the heavy medication, I was close to having a panic attack. I probably was already having one. I wrung my hands together, praying to God that Blake would return soon.

And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard noises by the front door.

"Blake?" I spoke his name loudly, trying to get out of bed, but I just burst out crying. "...Blake?"

"I'm here, I'm here," I heard his hurried voice. I started crying harder, almost unable to bear the seconds that took him to come to me. He stepped into my room and was sitting next to me in a heartbeat, tightly holding me in his arms. "I'm here now – I'm sorry it took so long," he muttered in my ear.

I held onto him as tight as I could. I couldn't say a word. I was shaking all over, trying to get a grip but in vain. I wasn't even able to form rational thoughts at that moment. I just listened to him telling me that everything was fine. That I was fine; I had nothing to be scared of; he was there now and he was so, so sorry it took him so long...

I didn't know how long it took before I finally stopped sobbing uncontrollably. His shoulder was completely wet by the time I started recollecting myself. I felt bad for breaking down like that when this was supposed to be a big day for him. I hadn't even been able to ask him how it went. Again, it was just all about me and my stupid condition.

"How did it go?" I forced the words out as a quiet squeak.

He let out a deep, annoyed breath. "The test itself was fast, but then the cops wanted me to tell them my entire life story..."

I was silent while he spoke about all the things the cops had asked him. Where he had been living and why was he so sure he was kidnapped. They also asked about his criminal record, his fake name, and what my uncle had found so far. They had also interviewed my mom and dad and finally gave Blake the permission to return home under the condition he wouldn't leave the city until this whole mess was sorted out.

"I was sure they'd arrest me or something," he finally chuckled. "But they were pretty understanding and seemed like they actually wanted to help."

"I'm so happy for you," I whispered.