Lance holds her wrist with an iron grip. She has no choice but to walk by his side as he leads her toward the maternity wing. Her heart thuds in her chest and her forehead prickles with sweat as they pass the DNA lab.
Is he going to make me get another test? she wonders. Or worse—will he try to make me get an abortion as he did with Leonie? Maybe now that he has Rebecca he doesn’t care about our child anymore. She puts her free hand protectively across her belly.
“Are you taking me for another test?” she asks.
Lance lets go of her wrist and puts a comforting hand on her shoulder, “No more DNA tests. I just want to see how my baby is doing.”
Andrea takes a deep breath and tears flood her eyes. He still loves the baby, she thinks. He wants to see our child—how can I refuse? She nods and
