"From now" she said holding tightly to my hand.
I smiled "Until forever" I said even though I was pretty sure she was cutting off the blood circulation on my left hand.
Either way I used my right to run my fingers delicately through my wife's hair as our eyes met.
"Do you think it'll work this time?" she asked softly. I almost couldn't handle the insecurity in her voice.
I offered her a soft smile as I leaned in to capture her lips in mine. She reciprocated for a brief moment and as soon as our lips parted I offered her a reassuring nod.
"I know so" I said trying my best to sound confident, even though we're both perfectly aware that there was no way for me to know that.
"Well, there is still only a twenty percent chance" the doctor cut in.
Both of our heads turned to the middle aged man in the white lab coat and I didn't need to look at my wife to know that I wasn't the only one glaring at him. His professional demeanor faltered and he currently looks like a deer caught in headlights.
"I mean" he said in an attempt to fix "I'm just-"
"You just what?" I cut in sounding more defensive than intended.
He said nothing as he proceeded to prop up my wife's legs getting her ready for her second insemination. I'm standing right beside her as I did for the first one as the doctor did his prep.
It's been a couple months since her trip to New York and a lot has happened since but only one of which is most important to us. We picked donor 24601 to be the father of our child. We chose him specifically because of his excellent health, his Cuban heritage and striking green eyes. Camila insisted I had a fraternal twin somewhere out there and simply laughed off her crazy assumptions.
That Jonas guy has also kick started Camila's art career and he has decided to open a gallery in Miami with Camila being the main artist in display. Him and his boyfriend Justin are really excited about it; I guess it's true that gay guys are the head of the art industry. Apparently Justin Bieber, Nick's boyfriend, is also a big deal in the art world. Talk about a gay power couple.
On my end I have finished writing my book but have yet to turn it in to Mr. Lockward. I don't know if it's nerves, or fear or both but I haven't had the guts to do it. I just keep reading and re-reading the last couple chapters deciding whether or not it's correct to finish the story that way.
"You ready?" the doctor asked.
Both Camila and I nodded and his head disappeared underneath the white sheet that was covering my wife's bottom half.
I knew she was nervous about this. We were told it's very unlikely that it would work on the first try but we still managed to get our hopes up, we were both very disappointed when it didn't work.
It was only a few seconds before the brown-eyed man in the lab coat showed his face again.
Six weeks, he said, before we get the results of our second attempt.
It sincerely felt like an eternity to wait that long. It's like we have to go through six weeks of emotional torture before getting our hearts broken by having them tell us it didn't work. At least that's how it felt the first time around.
We were determined however that this time would be different; we knew it would work. Don't ask how, we just knew.
After the doctor's appointment, we got ready for dinner tonight. Ronald and Ally invited Camz and I to go eat as well as Dinah and Normani. They apparently have news they'd like to share and Dinah already has a bet going that they're getting a divorce. Normani of course bet against her and Camila bet that Ronny got a promotion and they're moving away. It was a silly bet that she knew she'd most likely lose, but I knew that Camila secretly hoped for it to be true. Her and Ronny are cool and all but at the end of the day he's still her wife's ex-husband, and I'm sure she prefers him further than ten minutes away.
