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“What?” He puts his hands up.
“You’re hurting her.”
He sighs and turns to look at her. “Am I hurting you?”
“Yes, now get off me you big lug.” Elle gives him one good push that I know wouldn’t do anything if Noah didn’t help her. He stands and faces her.
“Can you move one seat down?” he points in the direction he wants her to move. “I’d like to sit next to my wife and be with her before she goes in for the procedure.”
Elle, being Elle, sticks her tongue out at my husband, but does move. Noah sits and wraps his arm around my shoulder, kissing the top of my head. “My guys are ready,” he tells me. “They’ve been waiting for this moment for a loooong time. This is their time to shine. They won’t let you down.”
“I know they won’t.”
It’s not his sperm I worry about.
Dakota, the nurse we met before, comes out and all of us women hold our breath, waiting to hear if it’s our turn. The only ones here this early are either having eggs retrieved or they’re getting their embryos. I hope and pray I’m back here in five days.
“Peyton,” she says my name. We all stand as if we are all Peyton. At least I know they’re Team Baby Westbury.
Noah walks me. “Is there any chance I can go back with her? She’s deathly afraid of needles and I don’t want her under more pressure than she’s already under.”
“Yes, but you can’t stay during the procedure.”
“That’s fine.”
As soon as Dakota turns around, I look at my husband. “Thank you.”
He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. “Anything for you.”
While I know he would do anything for me, it makes me wonder if he promised this clinic something. Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past him to have offered a donation or promised them his dad would do a concert for a fundraiser. He loves putting his dad on the spot.
Dakota shows me to a room where I can change. I make Noah turn around because I don’t need to see his come fuck me eyes while we’re in here. He opens the door, leaving it ajar, to let them know we’re ready. Dakota returns and takes me into the room where everything will happen.
The anesthesiologist greets me while Noah helps me get situated on the bed. I hold his hand tightly, while staring around the room.
“Look at me,” he says, and I do. He caresses my face, and I flinch. “It’s okay, just keep looking at me.”
Tears well in my eyes and my heart starts to race.
“Hey, we’re good, right? We have to trust the process.”
I nod and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.”
“Yeah, you do, babe.”
I can’t help but smile.
“You’re all done,” he says. “I’ll see you in thirty minutes and then we’ll know how many eggs my guys get to play with.” Noah winks. “I love you more than this world, Peyton Westbury.”
“I love you more.”
“Not even possible.”
He gives me another kiss and then walks toward the door.
