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Aiden chuckles a little, and then returns right back to staring at his daughter in a pool of other babies. “Fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head. “This feels …”
“I can imagine,” Grayson says. “I mean she’s not even my kid, and I still feel like…” He trails off, letting out a hard breath.
Aiden nudges him on the shoulder, looking down at his best friend. “Hurry up and make a baby so you and Rosie can feel what I feel,” he says with a grin. “It’s amazing man.”
James makes a noise, and wraps his arms around his husband. “Well, I’m checked out of this conversation,” he says before they both walk away.
I let out a laugh. My best friend has never once liked kids. Even when he was one. So, his and Carter’s decision of not having any of their own didn’t shock me one bit.
“Patience,” Grayson says. “We haven’t even gotten married yet. I want my girl wearing my ring when we have a baby,” he says with a smile on his face. Seems like the only time Grayson smiles is when he’s with Rosie. Or talking about Rosie. Or thinking about Rosie. Other than that, I can’t say I’ve seen him smile for anything else.
“Fine,” Aiden says with a sigh. “I just want you guys to know what being a dad feels like.” His eyes turn to his daughter and he shakes his head. “Fuck. I can’t believe I’m a dad again.”
“Again?” Grayson asks with a scoff. “I didn’t realize you stopped being a dad.”
“You know what I mean,” Aiden replies with an eye roll. “It’s going to be different with a baby. I’m so used to Nova being able to talk, and walk. This is going to be a whole new ball game for me again.”
“Has Nova met her sister yet?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, not yet. We Facetimed Leila’s parents, but we wanted Nova to meet Talia in person.” His grin widens. “She hasn’t stopped talking about the baby since she found out,” he says. “She even rearranged her room to make space for the baby.” A laugh bubbles out of him. “I don’t want to break her heart when I tell her the baby will have her own room.”
“Two kids man,” Chris murmurs, shaking his head. “That will be crazy.”
Aiden shrugs. “We’ll make it work,” he says. “Thank fuck the season is over so I can stay home with my girls for a while.”
“Jesus, I didn’t even think of the fact you’ll have three girls in the house now,” Grayson replies with widened eyes.
Aiden though, doesn’t seem at all bothered by it as he laughs. “It might sound daunting but I know I’ll fucking love it. And you never know, maybe in the future we’ll have a little boy running around,” he says, which makes my brows shoot up.
“This one just popped out, and you’re already planning the next?”
“Leila was the one who actually mentioned it,” he tells me with a laugh. “But I told her it would be a while before we even think of having another baby.”
Grayson lets out an unconvinced scoff. “Good luck with that,” he says with an arched brow.
Aiden flips him off, and takes a step back from the glass. “Speaking of, I’m going to go and see my beautiful wife,” he says with a grin. “See you guys.”
When Aiden walks into the hospital room, the door opens a second later and Gabi rushes out, heading toward the bathroom. Chris furrows his brows, and follows behind her. Rosie walks out of the room, walking toward Grayson, and they both turn to face the maternity ward, glancing at the babies and chuckling to themselves as they look at each other lovingly.
Mark my words, those two will be the next to have kids.
The door opens again, and I glance back to see Madi pushing through the door, her eyes meeting mine when she lifts her head. My heart pounds against my chest the second I see her. She’s so fucking beautiful, even after spending the night in the hospital. Her lips lift into a smile as she joins me, and I don’t waste any time, cupping her face before I lean down and press my lips against hers.
“What have you been doing out here?” she asks, glancing behind me at the maternity ward, and I notice as her smile slips, a saddened look replacing it as she looks at the babies in there.
My heart hurts at the possibility of never being able to have a kid, but mostly because ofher. I see how much Madeline wants a baby. She wants to be a mom, and she’d be a hell of a good one, and it kills me that it hasn’t happened for her.
“It’s going to be okay,” I reassure her, as I press a kiss against the side of her head.
“I know,” she whispers, unconvincingly.
I can’t blame her for not believing me. We’ve been trying for years. Years, we’ve spent having appointments with countless of doctors, trying to make a baby.
Months, we’ve been waiting to hear back from the adoption agency, and still, not a single word.
When making a baby naturally wasn’t working, the other natural option was adoption. Madeline was adopted when she was a baby, and she adores her family. So, the thought of being that for someone, of giving a child a loving home, was the easiest decision in the world.
But what hasn’t been easy, is the process. Waiting, and waiting, andwaitingfor someone to call and let us know there’s a baby available for us to adopt has been so hard, and disheartening, and I can tell it’s taking a toll on Madi.
