The hospital staff was already prepped and waiting.
Belinda threw the car into park right at the main entrance, threw open her door, and carried Lanny inside.
The little boy in the sleep sack had soft, flushed cheeks and a tiny red mouth, his small hands curled up against his chest as he slept soundly.
Belinda had her blood drawn first. Then, she took Lanny from Susan's arms and gently held his tiny hand.
The doctor sanitized Lanny's fingertip and quickly pricked it to draw a blood sample.
The little guy let out a sharp whimper. Without even opening his eyes, he threw his head back and began to wail.
"Wah..."
The piercing sound of his crying echoed down the empty corridor, sending a painful twist through the women's hearts.
Watching his little face turn a deep shade of purple as he struggled to catch his breath, Belinda felt a sudden, sharp pang of sympathy.
"He's got quite a temper."
Having cared for Lanny for so long, Susan already saw him as her own. Her heart ached for the boy. "He's exactly like Lance was when he was little. I have no doubt he's his son."
Belinda shot her a look. "If he is, fantastic. But if he isn't? Who takes the blame?"
"Well..." Susan clamped her mouth shut, utterly defeated.
"I hope he is, too. I fully intend to bring this child into the James family. But if a mistake is made, the embarrassment to the family name is the least of my worries. How am I supposed to answer to the James family legacy? My husband and I have been dying for a grandson, and we're supposed to just accept a fake?"
Belinda had turned this over in her mind a thousand times, and the more she thought about it, the more essential this test became.
She turned to the doctor. "When will the results be ready?"
"Three days at the earliest," the doctor replied respectfully, carefully securing the blood vials.
Belinda stood up, holding a still-sniffling Lanny. "Notify me the exact second they're done."
The doctor nodded quickly and moved to escort her out.


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