{Keaton’s P.O.V.}
It’s been two weeks since I sent out the paternity test, and I was supposed to be getting the results today. I hated having to wait, but my friend in Canada said that it takes time and that was something I didn’t have. I was running out excuses to avoid holding Killian. I was pacing in my bedroom waiting for the results when there was a knock on my door,
“Who is it!?” I asked annoyed. I didn’t want to see or speak to anyone.
“It’s Kendrick,” I opened the door and my brother stood there with a hard face.
“What?”
“Why are you acting like this? You said you would take care of the pup, yet you haven’t even held him,” I glared at him, and then pulled him into my room, slamming the door shut and locking it. “Keato
