Robbie received the lab report which he went on to examine carefully.
Jamie and Ellie gathered close and scrutinized it with their big bright eyes.
The younger boy waited for some time before he asked, “Do you know what’s on it, Robbie?”
“I can recognize this,” Ellie said as she placed the tip of her plump index finger against the one-hundred percent figure on the report. “Can’t understand much of anything else though.”
“These two I know.” Jamie pointed to the text that came before that. “Paternity… is!”
Zachary was speechless.
He had been speaking to them so earnestly, but all the rambunctious trio seemed interested in discussing was which words they could read.
“Quit messing around, you two,” Charlotte said. “It’s okay if you can’t understand it, Robbie. Let Mommy…”
Robbie raised his head to regard Zachary. “It states that the probability of paternity is one-hundred percent. I know what that means.”
“That’s good.” Zachary nodded in relief. “So from now on…”
“Can I have a couple more questions answered?” Robbie asked. “Could I?”
“Of course you could. Please ask away.” Zachary was quite impressed with the boy’s assertiveness at his age.
“You didn’t know we’re yours before the discovery of my allergy, did you?” Robbie asked.
“Yes.” Zachary nodded.
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