"Edward," I softly say as I rock the baby in my arms. "I…I just can't leave her…I know what she represents but…she's so small, and her mother clearly doesn't want her. She's too small to have no one want her…"

I look up at Edward, and I can see by his expression that he understands that no matter how this baby came to be, no matter what she represents, she's still a piece of Evan, still a part of this family.

Instantly I'm angry at you.

You were just going to walk away from her, leave her without a father.

It seems you're not the man I thought I knew and married in more ways than one…that's something I'm definitely going to need to process and work through.

"Her mother named her before…before she left" the doctor tells us as he points to the name on the baby's bed. "She said her name was Evangeline, after her father."

I can already tell she's yours by traces of copper hair atop her head, I can already see the similarities between you both, and I would bet my life on the fact that her eyes will be blue, but I still can't stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

"Can we have a DNA test done?" I ask, as both Edward and the doctor stare at me. "I mean…I'm pretty sure this Charlotte person was telling the truth but…I just need to know, need to be sure."

The doctor tells me he understands.

Edward looks relieved that I ask. I think it's because he wanted to be sure too and didn't want or know how to bring the subject up.

The doctor tells me we need to bring either your toothbrush or hairbrush for testing, and if we don't have that, then we need a family member to compare against for testing.

"I'm his twin," Edward says. "You can use me. Do it now."

I'm more grateful than ever that Edward is here with me, that we're getting this done now.

We head into an exam room to have the test done, told we'd know in a few days what the results say.

We leave Evangeline in the nursery…she can't come home yet…not without us at least having a car seat for her, and already I dislike the thought of leaving her all alone.

Edward wraps his arm around me as we leave…it's comforting, helps me feel not so alone, and helps me keep my anger towards you at bay for the moment.

Once we're in the car, we settle into a comfortable silence as we both process what we've just gone through.

"Hell of a day, huh?" Edward asks.

"Yeah," I reply. "Now…how the hell are we telling everyone they're about to be grandparents, uncles, and aunts?"

The question is a reality check for us both…a reality check about how your choices have put us in such a precarious situation.

I can see Edward's anger in his eyes and I imagine his expression is a reflection of my own…

A reflection of our anger at you…anger over your selfishness, your deceit, and your utter disregard for the feelings of everyone who supposedly mattered to you.

A/N: I'll be posting through chapter 40 today.