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“Alright, let’s see,” Mrs. Ortez typed into her computer, pursing her lips as she searched for something. “Both of them should be free on Friday, two days from now. Alessia can meet at noon, and Elena right after at one. Does that work with both of you?”
I thought back to my own schedule and made a mental note to move one of my appointments on Friday to the day earlier. Gabriele wouldn’t be happy, but he could be bribed with a vacation to the Bahamas or something.
Olivia looked over at me to check, and I nodded, confirming it was okay.
“That works for us,” Olivia said respectfully.
“Alright then, I’ll see you both on Friday to meet the women. Congratulations on your first steps to becoming parents,” Mrs. Ortez smiled.
“Thank you so much,” Olivia said, her voice a bit wobbly, and I knew she was getting emotional again. I chuckled, getting to my feet and shaking Mrs. Ortez’s hand before I led my wife out of the building.
“I can’t believe we’re really going to meet the potential surrogates. What if we don’t like either of them? What if they hate me? What if they think our child is going to be ugly?” Olivia rambled, paling a bit.
“That is impossible,” I said confidently, wrapping her in my arms. “Because you’re the most adorable thing in the world, and our baby will be just as cute as you are.”
She blushed, and I held her close as I dipped my head. Our lips met in a slow and sweet kiss, one completely unhurried.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she flirted, her cheeks flushed as her arms curled around my neck. I laughed, feeling over the moon.
Our child.
We were really doing this.
*Olivia*
Dread and restlessness had a vice grip on my throat on Friday afternoon. The ticking of the clock was driving me up the wall as we waited for the time to head back to Surrogazione Generazionale to meet our potential surrogate.
My nails were bitten down to the quick with how much anxiety was radiating off of me. If my nervousness was radioactive, I would be one second away from a nuclear meltdown.
I paced back and forth in the middle of the sitting room of our suite. The rhythm was a good way to get out my excess energy, though it wasn’t helping all that much. At this point, I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a hole left in the carpet from how many times I’d circled it.
“What if something goes wrong and neither of them is available anymore?” I wondered aloud.
“Nothing is going to go wrong, carina,” Gio sighed as he watched me from the couch. There was clearly disapproval in his eyes, but he didn’t make a move to stop me. I doubted he could.
“You don’t know that,” I shot back. “What if—”
“No more ‘what ifs,’ Olivia,” Gio said firmly. “Now take a seat, right here.”
“But—” I protested, turning to him.
He sent me a scolding look, and I sighed, my whole body tensed like a live wire as I reluctantly made my way to the couch and took the seat at the other end. Clearly, that was the wrong move.
“No, you don’t,” he clicked his tongue, reaching over to grab me by the middle.
“No—” I half-heartedly protested as he dragged me across the couch and plopped me straight into his lap. I pouted as he held me like I was a naughty child, grabbing my fingers so I couldn’t bite my nails any longer.
“Relax, carina,” he said soothingly, digging his fingers into my wild and messy hair.
I was so nervous I hadn’t brushed it that carefully that morning, and Gio was more than happy to as he gently tugged out any knots with his fingers.
Despite my attempts to remain firm, I melted into his embrace.
“There we go,” he chuckled, pressing his lips against my temple as he moved my hair to my other shoulder.
I sighed, my body unfolding from its tight form as I focused on his rhythmic heartbeat in my ears and the soothing way he combed through my locks. But that didn’t stop the worries or anxiety, only quieted them for the time being.
“Which one do you like?” I asked softly, wanting to know his opinion.
Alessia was experienced and seemed like a friendly girl, but there was something about Elena that I just liked.
I felt like the two of us could be friends—maybe she could even stay in our child’s life and be an honorary aunt. Although, Dahlia had already claimed the godmother spot, and she deserved it. I knew I wouldn’t be here without her.
“Hm,” Gio hummed. “Whichever you like.”
I rolled my eyes. Ever since we’d come back from the agency, he’d been doing that–pretending like he didn’t have an opinion, just saying it was my choice. But this wasn’t just going to be my baby—it was ours, our family.
“I’m serious, Gio. Do you like Alessia or Elena more? They’re both very pretty,” I hinted, wondering what he thought about the girls. There was no way he didn’t see how gorgeous they were.
I glanced at my hands.
And more experienced compared to me, I thought.
“Carina,” he smirked, “neither of them can hold a candle to your beauty. You are my wife—the only woman I see is you. As long as you like them, it doesn’t matter to me. Alena or Elessia, I couldn’t care less.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know their names!” I smacked his arm, even as a smile threatened to overtake my lips. Some of my worries were a bit relieved by his answer, I couldn’t deny that. “You probably had them investigated the moment I picked them out.”
“No, actually,” he replied easily. “I was waiting until we picked one. I wouldn’t want to invade the privacy of one girl for no reason, you know. I’m not a monster.”
“No, just a nosy husband,” I giggled, sending him a cheeky grin over my shoulder.
“You wanna play that game?” He raised an eyebrow, and I felt his teeth grip my upper ear. I stifled a moan as he bit down softly, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make me think of other things besides surrogates, at least for a second.
I pouted, widening my eyes in that way I knew he was weak too. Two could play at this game.
“But I’m not wrong?” I said, pretending to be pitiful.
“But you are naughty.”
I burst into shrieks of laughter as his fingers crawled up and down my sides, tickling me without any mercy or remorse.
“Okay, okay!”
He laughed—loud and boisterous—as he finally stopped his torturous methods. I could feel his chest rumbling along my back with every laugh, and I smiled, listening to the rare sound. It wasn’t often that Gio let himself be completely free, even around me, and each time, it was a wonder.
I turned in his arms, straddling him as I laid my head on his shoulder, thinking about how quickly our lives had changed and how much they would soon change again.
“Is this a good idea?” I asked, in our quiet moment. “Are we really doing the right thing?”
“Yes,” Giovani said without a shadow of a doubt. “If we want our own baby, one of our own blood, then this is the only way to do it. Adoption is wonderful, and we can look at that later down the road maybe, but we’ve gone over this over and over. I know you won’t be able to carry our child, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be ours.”
A pang stabbed my heart at the reminder. It was still hard to believe and even harder to hear. The little bean I thought I had been carrying for a few brief moments was still a fresh wound in my mind, one that I could never move past.
I would never carry a child in my womb. I could never give Gio that or be a resting place for our baby. But even if we had to borrow another woman’s womb, we could still have our little bean in the world, a little child who looked just like Gio with wide eyes and a sweet, chubby face.
