Positive!

Larry

"Why are you putting it down? Won't you come with me?"
"No, sorry! I remembered my wife forbidding me to drink alcohol when she's not around." I gave her as a pretext, while she seems annoyed by my attitude.
"Come on Larry! She's not here anyway! And besides, it's not her who should tell you to drink or not, don't you think?!" She said, trying to convince me to drink. But I decline her offer and I understand that she really had other plans behind this glass.
"I'm sorry to say goodbye to you, but I have to call my wife. By now she must have called me a ton of times already and I don't want her to worry. " I tell her, getting up to invite her out. Once she's gone, I hurry to take a quick shower and go down to the restaurant for dinner. I rush back and check my phone. Indeed, Martina called me several times and left messages. She must be worried. I call her immediately and reassure her. I tell her everything that happened during the day, even Kourtney's visit and her insistence that I drink her glass of drink. Martina tells me
"I told you so! Fortunately, you were categorical in refusing to take this wine. She surely had ideas in mind."
"You are right my love." I replied. "But..." I said, looking more serious.
"What my heart?" Martina asks worried.
"I'm worried about the little one. Not whether she's my daughter or not. She hurts me a lot. Kourtney lives like she's childless. And besides, she has no sense of responsibility . She left all the care and upbringing of this child to her parents." I told Martina of my concerns.
"Poor child!" She said with concern.
"I assure you! You had to be there to see how she was totally avoiding my gaze. She is constantly scared. Let's not talk about her untidy and puny physique. Seeing her, you could give her 10 years." I continued to spread my concerns to Martina.
"At the end of the day, it wouldn't be so bad if she were your daughter. At least we could take care of her very well." She tells me.
"I also thought the same thing." I say back.
We continued to chat for quite a while. I was able to talk to the children too. I hang up all tired and I fall asleep. The next day, I threw myself into my job. Kourtney no longer showed up, much to my satisfaction. I made up for the time lost during these holidays, by dealing with a lot of files, giving priority to the most urgent. The day ended quickly, without me not seeing the time pass. The night before going to sleep, I still chat with my little family. The next day, the results are finally ready. I'm going alone, because Kourtney pretended not to feel well. I was amazed by the results, as they were positive. I leave a message for Martina to inform her of the results, once in my hotel room. When she wakes up, she calls me immediately and reassures me that it's not serious and that we will be able to manage the situation. After her call, I go to Kourtney's room and find her sitting with a drink fiddling with her phone, while our daughter is lying in a fetal position on the bed. As soon as I walk in, she approaches me with interest
"So what?"
"It's positive. She's my daughter." I say sitting down next to her.
"I told you !" She replies with a smile of satisfaction. I get up and go to the bed next to our daughter
"Hey girl! She turns to me and looks at me furtively." I continue to speak to her in a tender and reassuring voice.
"What's your name ?" I wait for her answer, but she does not react. She stares into space and seems not to listen to me. Nevertheless, I keep soliloquizing.
"My name is Larry Kurt. I learned a few days ago that you are my daughter. I assure you that if I had known it earlier, I would have done everything to be present in your life. But don't worry, we'll make up for all that lost time. My wife, as well as our children, will be very happy to know you, you'll see."
She remains in the same position and makes no sign. I end this monologue by standing up and placing a kiss on his forehead. I go near her mother and I take my place. I question her.
"What is her name ?"
"Lara Jordan." she answers.
"What are you suggesting now that we're sure she's my daughter? I hope you expect me to be able to ask for custody of her?!" I asked with a very serious look.
"I don't have a problem. You can take her, even now, it's no problem for me." She answers disinterestedly. I can't believe she wants to get rid of her daughter so easily, without any embarrassment.
"So you don't give a fuck?" I asked surprised.
"Nothing at all! Besides, my parents were already complaining about having babysat her enough. It's your turn to take care of her too." She answers me without any scruple.
"Very well! I will ask my parents to get in touch with you so that I can get her back, the time to do her papers so that I can officially recognize her." I explained to Kourtney.
"I want to warn you, I will take her with me to Cameroon, because I want her to lead a balanced life in a normal family, with Martina and me." I ended up warning her.
"You can go to Mars, I don't give a shit." She retorts with all her composure.
"I hope your parents won't be late to pick her up?!" She asks me cheekily.
I'm so flabbergasted by his icy heart, that I lose my words and I prefer not to answer him. How can a mother want to get rid of the fruit of her womb, like a common burden? I resign myself to the idea that chatting with her will be useless. I go to Lara who is still lying in the same position, and I say to her in a reassuring and peaceful voice
"I promise dad will do anything to have you with him." I stroke her brittle hair and leave without saying another word to her mother.
As soon as I get to my room, I report to Martina, then I call my parents and explain everything to them in great detail. We have agreed that Lara will live with them while the formalities for her trip are completed.