But as I was fastening her pants, I noticed a small, raised red spot on her inner thigh.
At that moment, I lost it.
I stuffed baby supplies into a bag, grabbed the diaper bag, and rushed to the underground garage with Chloe in my arms.
I sped to the hospital, driving recklessly, losing track of how many patrol cars I passed.
The doctor was shocked when I requested an HPV test for a five-month-old baby. She looked at me with a mix of suspicion and pity, clearly thinking I led a chaotic life.
I tried to explain as best I could, and after hearing my story, her eyes softened with sympathy.
She offered us a VIP fast-track service to expedite the test results.
In the waiting area, I paced anxiously with Chloe in my arms, walking countless laps.
Then, three uniformed police officers arrived.
I knew they were here for me.
After I finished explaining my situation, the officers were deeply sympathetic, but the law was unforgiving, and I had to go with them.
However, they allowed me to see the results of Chloe's tests before heading to the police station.
With the officers accompanying me, my anxiety eased somewhat.
Soon, the test results came back, and the report showed Chloe was negative.
Chloe was fine, and there was a very good chance Victor was too.
Since they were twins, if one was clear, the other was likely in the clear as well.
My heart immediately relaxed, and the heavy burden was lifted. Before I could even dry my tears, another test result was handed to me.
[HPV Test
Name: Rebecca Watz
Result: Positive]
At that moment, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
I struggled to contain the turmoil inside me as I followed the officers back to the station.
By the time everything was sorted out, the sun was setting.
Naturally, my car was impounded, so I took a taxi home with Chloe.
The ten-minute ride felt like an eternity as I checked my phone obsessively.
No new messages came.
When I got home, a pair of black leather shoes lay askew by the entryway.
I instinctively straightened them.
The clinking and clanking sounds from the kitchen guided me towards it.
I quickly took Chloe to her nursery, changed my clothes, and headed into the kitchen.
There, Leones' suit was draped carelessly over a chair. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and a pink scarf—completely out of character for him—was draped around his neck.
Despite his busy schedule, he always managed to take care of things at home.