The Older Man Part II

Chapter 22

The Results Are In

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VINCENT'S POINT OF VIEW

The sound of my alarm going off made me shuffle in bed. I extended my arm out to turn off the annoying sound that came from atop my bedside table.

Once the sound was silenced, I groaned through a stretch. I couldn't move as much as I wanted to because Cheyenne was laying partially on top of me.

She was resting on her side with her right leg draped over me and her right arm holding me tight to her.

I smiled softly as I looked down at her sleeping face. Her eyes were closed completely while her mouth was slightly open, allowing soft sighs to escape from between her lips.

After pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, I slid out from underneath her, careful not to wake her up yet. She was tossing and turning in her sleep every night we had to wait until we got the results of the paternity test.

Today was a big day for us. We were going to Evanston for the results. Both of us were hoping and praying that this baby was mine, but Cheyenne also pondered the possibility that Adrian was the father of this child.

She'd yet to make a decision of what she would do if the baby was his, but if all went well, she wouldn't have to worry about that; the baby would be mine and everything would be alright.

The last I had from Elijah about Adrian's critical condition was that he fell into a coma over the weekend roughly two days after he was taken to the hospital.

His legal team was still difficult to reach; not a single person had answered a phone call or email. I started to think they were avoiding contact for some reason. I didn't lose much sleep over it though. My mind was targeted on one thing: finding out if Cheyenne's baby was mine.

I sat on the edge of the bed, yawning deeply before getting up and walking across the bedroom to our closet.

After gathering my clothes, I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. By the time I walked out of the bathroom with my wet hair dripping onto my shoulders, Cheyenne was awake.

I saw her still laying in bed, looking at something on her phone.

When she noticed me walking towards her, she smiled lightly.

"Good morning," I greeted her with a kiss on her head.

She only smiled in response. Her silence confused me until she pointed at her mouth and held her nose.

Cheyenne had a complex about talking in the morning without brushing her teeth first. She wanted to avoid morning breath as much as she possibly could.

I playfully rolled my eyes at her. "Okay, okay, go brush your teeth then say good morning," I said in a teasing voice. She looked at me sternly, pretending to be upset before she got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

In the time it took for me to dry my hair with a towel, Cheyenne had finished brushing her teeth and getting freshened up for the day. She entered the bedroom and smiled softly in my direction.

"Better?" I asked.

"Yeah," she nodded walking over to me. "Good morning," she pressed a kiss to my lips. The scent of cool mint toothpaste wafted into my nose, making me smile against her lips.

"It's about 10:30 now, did you wanna have a bit of breakfast before going to Evanston?" I asked her, slipping on my house shoes.

She yawned and stretched her arms out before answering. "I'm a little hungry so yeah, let's eat first. That way, we can get there about noon."