Chapter 4

I leaned against the banister and looked down at Daxton. His face a void of any emotion, as usual.

"Well, I'm here now.....so talk." I said bitterly, not wanting to talk to him.

"Um, can you come down, or I go up?" He suggested. I sighed and waved him up. He strode to the staircase and made his way up. I walked him to my room and sat down on my cushioned chair. I had it specially made for when I started showing a bit more, knowing the weight would wear me out.

"Sit down." I gestured to the chair next to me and he complied, looking around. He turned back to look at me, green eyes piercing my soul. I forced myself to breathe as my airway seemed to constrict.

"I-um, I decided to take the test." My heart swelled at his revelation.

"Really?" I perked up, resting my hands on my belly. His eyes flickered down, following the action before looking back at me, jaw ticking.

"Only to prove you wrong and so you can stop bothering me about it." Those words crushed any hope that was built up inside of me. I blinked back tears and nodded.

"Okay." Was all I said before getting up to get my jacket and purse. We walked down the stairs and Rayna rushed towards me.

"Where are you guys going?" She asked, noticing what was in my hands.

"To take the test." I answered and her mouth made an 'o' shape.

"Good luck." She called out as we went outside. Flashes lit my face and I stumbled back into Daxton. He caught me and put his arm around me, guiding me to his car. Paparazzi swarmed outside the gates of my house.

"Arielle, are you pregnant?!"

"Who's the daddy?!"

"Are you and Daxton having a baby together?!"

I covered my bump with my hands, but that hid nothing. Daxton cursed under his breath as he helped me into his Rolls Royce Phantom Ghost. He jogged to the driver's side and slid into the plush red interior. He reversed out, trying not to hit some of the photographers as he did.

"Put your jacket over your face." Daxton ordered. I did as he said and it blocked the flashes that came from the cameras. I kept it there until I no longer heard the bombarding voices of the paparazzi.

"I'm sorry." A confused expression crossed my face.

"For what?" I asked. He gestured to the window.

"The paparazzi. They followed me to your house without me realizing it. I know you were trying to-uh, hide your pregnancy." He hesitated when he said that.

"It's not your fault." I sighed. "There were going to find out sooner or later." For the rest of the ride to the clinic, we were quiet. It didn't bother me because I didn't know what to say to him anyway. I thought about what the papers were going to say tomorrow, knowing we would be on the front page of almost every cover.

We arrived at the clinic and before I could step out, Daxton was already at my side, helping me out. So he does have a heart, I thought as I took his hand and stepped out the car. I made my way into the building, Daxton following closely behind.

"Hi. We're here for a paternity test." I said to the receptionist who knew who I was since I frequented this clinic often. She smiled and handed me some paperwork for me and Daxton to fill out.

"I'm not filling that out." He said as we sat down. I rolled my eyes at his sassy attitude.

"It's only so they have a documentation of who came here."

"I don't want people to know I came here. Especially since that's not my child." I clenched my teeth, wanting to punch the mess out of him.

"Just fill out the fucking form." I snapped, shoving the paper and pen at him. I leaned back, sighing. I knew he was the father, whether he thought so or not. I hadn't slept with any other guy after we broke up and I'm pretty sure I can't conceive on my own. I gave the receptionist the form back and we waited for a few minutes. The door opened and I looked up.

"Arielle and D-" The nurse looked at the form, frowning. "Dayton." I held in a laugh as Daxton's face darkened at the mispronunciation. We got up and made our way to one of the rooms and Daxton grumbled under his breath about how people need to get their eyes checked.

"Hello, Arielle. How are you feeling today?" Dr. Drew pulled up a stool and sat down next to me, looking down at the form I had filled out earlier.

"Pretty good. A little tired and sore, but nothing out of the ordinary." I answered, smiling at him. He returned it and nodded his head at what he was reading.

"So I see you're here for a paternity test." He stated, looking at Daxton.

"He doesn't think he's the father, but he is. I'm here to confirm it." Dr. Drew knew about what I went through with Daxton, so he also knew that Daxton was the father.

"That's because I'm not the father. I'm just one of the potential on her long list of partners." I gasped.

"Daxton!" I exclaimed, hurt by his words once again. He just shrugged and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. Dr. Drew eyed his warily as he spoke, ignoring what Daxton said.

"We're going to be doing a test called the Non-Invasive Prenatal Paternity test, or NIPP. All it calls for is a sample of each of you guys blood. It should take no time at all." Dr. Drew explained.

"How long will it take for the test results to come in?" I asked.

"About seven days. I will call you when the results come in and you guys can come to the office when it does. Alright, who's first?" After drawing our blood, we left the clinic and surprisingly, no paparazzi came to bombard us.

"I'll pick you up when the results come in." Daxton offered when he dropped me off home. I nodded and closed the car door, walking to my house. Rayna threw question after question at me for hours until I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

I woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. I stretched my body and rubbed my belly, smiling. Just then, Rayna came rushing into my room, magazine and computer in hand.

"Ari! You have to see this!" She waved the paper in my face and I snatched it away from her. I groaned as I saw that the cover had Daxton walking me to his car, with his arm around me. My belly was prominent and even I had to agree that they caught me at a great angle.

"Arielle Fortunato pregnant with Daxton King's baby? Flip to page 35 for more details!" It read.

"Dammit, he's gonna be pissed." I muttered, flopping back onto my bed.

"Why would he be pissed?" Rayna asked, sitting down.

"He doesn't think it's his baby. Even though the time adds up." I answered dejectedly.

"What the fuck is wrong with him? It's so obvious that you're carrying his child! I mean you don't even sleep around." She shook her head and grabbed the magazine back. "Okay, no sulking. Let's go do something fun!"

For the rest of the week and the beginning of next week, Rayna kept me busy, either walking for exercise, helping her cook, or going to the mall, which I always hated because my feet would swell up and ache from all the unnecessary speed walking. On Tuesday, I got the call from Dr. Drew, saying that the results were in.

"Who was that?" Rayna asked, putting cookies into the oven.

"Dr. Drew. The results are in. He wants me and Daxton to come to the office right away." Rayna squealed and hugged me tight.

"I can't wait to hear what happens!" I smiled softly, personally not eager to be in the same vicinity as Daxton. My phone started to ring and I picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I answered. Daxton's voice filled my ear.

"I'm on my way. Be ready." Then he hung up. I looked at my phone, puzzled. He still had my number? Maybe he got it back from Marco.

"Daxton's on his way to pick me up. I'll see you later."

"Okay! I'll be out with Sam today." I kissed her cheek and grabbed my bag before stepping outside, waiting for Daxton to pull up. Thankfully, only one photographer was outside the gate. A few minutes later, I spotted his car. I walked up to it and slid inside, sighing at how soft the cushion was.

"I hope you're ready to be disappointed." He commented, smirking. I didn't answer him, knowing it would just add fuel to the fire that was brewing. When we got to the clinic, I didn't wait for him to open my door. I yanked it open and stormed into the clinic.

I waved to the receptionist and she smiled back. "You can go right in." She said. Daxton and I walked to the back and entered the same room we were in before. Dr. Drew was waiting for us, with a bit more equipment than last time.

After we sat down, Dr. Drew faced us, looking at the both of us for a while. He took out some papers and sighed. Nervousness flitted around in my stomach. Oh god.

"The results, as you know, came in today." He looked at Daxton. "Mr. King, you are the father of Arielle's child." I closed my eyes, thanking the gods above. Daxton sucked in a breath.

"What?" He breathed out, not believing what the doctor just said. "Can I-" Dr. Drew handed him the papers and Daxton's eyes scanned it quickly. His mouth dropped open and I leaned over to look with him. 99.999999999%. There was no denying that this was his child.

"I thought we could find out what the sex of your baby is today, if you don't mind." Dr. Drew said quietly.

"Yeah sure." I said just as quietly. Watching Daxton. He seemed to be frozen. Dr. Drew patted the bed beside him and made sure it was comfortable enough for me to lay on. Daxton moved to a chair next to my bed and put his elbows on his knees, still lost in thought.

"Can we hurry this up? I have a meeting in an hour." He asked, irritated that I was right the entire time.

"Patience, Mr. King." Dr. Drew chastised and lifted my shirt up to reveal my baby bump. Daxton quickly averted his eyes. "This might be a little cold." He rubbed a cool gel onto my belly and I giggle softly at the ticklish feeling.

"Are you ready?" I nodded eagerly and he put the instrument to my belly. A loud heartbeat sounded and I gasped. My baby was....real. I knew I was having a baby soon, but seeing really is believing. I could see the shape of the baby and it seemed to be sucking it's thumb. I smiled, not believing I was actually seeing my baby. My heart swelled and happiness filled me. I couldn't wait to be a mother.

"Anddddd, it's a boy!" Dr. Drew exclaimed. I covered my mouth, happy tears falling down my face. I looked over at Daxton and he looked at the screen, mouth open and closing. His eyes turned red as he realized a mini him would be popping out soon.

Before me or Dr. Drew could stop him, he fled out the room, grabbing his jacket as he went.