Security officers escorted her out while she continued shouting about reputation, gossip, and ruined plans. When the door finally closed behind them the room became painfully quiet once again.
Travis slowly turned back toward me while his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Is the baby truly mine,” he asked hesitantly.
I nodded once because the answer had been confirmed long ago. “The DNA test was completed months ago during the divorce because you demanded proof,” I explained calmly.
He winced while lowering his gaze toward the floor. “I never even read the results,” he admitted quietly.
“She is your daughter,” I said while rocking the tiny bundle in my arms. “But that does not mean you can simply return to my life whenever you feel ready.”
“I am not asking for that,” he replied quickly. “I only want to take responsibility.”
“For the baby,” I asked cautiously.
“For both of you,” he answered.
I raised an eyebrow because his statement sounded unbelievable after everything that had happened. “You are supposed to be getting married in two days,” I reminded him.
“That wedding is not happening anymore,” he said firmly. “I ended it this morning.”