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“Yes, sorry.” I nod, annoyed with myself for not paying attention.
I write down a few things, trying to stay focused so I can remember everything. I’m handed dozens of pamphlets and the form to get the tests done.
Should I choose to proceed.
I don’t have a choice.
My suspicion is that Ward and I have a connection that is hard to walk away from. The chemistry between us is like a blistering heat and highly addictive. He wants me as much as I want him, but that doesn’t mean it will work out.
I have this last chance—hopefully—to have a child, and so I am going to choose to proceed. If I didn’t, and I waited for him, then never had a baby, I’d end up bitter.
I’m already angry at myself for not doing this sooner.
You can’t turn back time, but you can make decisions now that create what you want.
“You should stop taking the contraceptive pill immediately,” Dr. Qwann says, scribbling on a notepad.
“Oh, I stopped it last y—”
She looks up. “Have you had a test?”
I shake my head.
“Are you regular?”
I nod.
“When was your last period?”
I must go pale, because she smiles, pushes her chair back and pulls open her drawer, while my heart beats loudly in my ears.
I don’t hear another thing she says.
There’s no way...
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WARD
I STAND THE MOMENTPenelope walks back into the room and I notice her gray, ashen face.
Shit.
It didn’t go well.
They must have told her she is infertile. I can’t even imagine how devastating it must be. My heart breaks for her.
I lift the corner of my lips into some type of dorky compassionate smile, unsure it hits the spot. She swallows and hugs her purse to her chest.
Fuck.
I hate seeing her in pain like this.
I cross the room and wrap my arm around her waist as she turns to the receptionist.
Tossing my American Express Black Card on the counter, I say, “Please use that.”
“Ward.” Penelope shakes her head, but her voice is a whisper.