“I’ll fly in and fly back out. What time?”
“Eight thirty. Piper is getting Pennyloo and taking her to school since Fallon just had Emery and all.”
He nodded and then promised, “I’ll be there.”
Her face lit up. “That would be awesome. I’m scared.”
“Don’t be,” he said with a crooked grin. “I’ll be right beside you.”
“I love you,” she said, and as he watched a tear slowly roll down her face, his heart broke a little bit in his chest.
“I love you, baby,” he promised and he always would. “And, babe?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s going to work. I can feel it in my bones.”
Another tear fell as she nodded. “I hope so.”
“It will,” he promised. “And what you want will be in your belly instead of under the tree.”
She let out a sob as she nodded, and he knew in his heart that this was going to work. It had to.
It just did.
All Audrey wanted for Christmas was to get pregnant.
It was actually on her list of things she wanted for Christmas. It also included a new pair of Louis Vuitton heels and maybe a purse. Oh, and she would really like a locket from Tiffany’s with Tate and Penelope’s picture in it. It was a short list, but at the top was having a baby. Which was really a gift for Tate.
He constantly reminded her that Penelope and she were enough, but she could see it in his eyes. He wanted what everyone else had and that was a lot of damn kids. She wanted that too. She had always wanted kids, but when she learned she couldn’t have them, she let it go. But then she got pregnant by the grace of God, and for the last five years, all she’d wanted was for it to happen again.
Not saying that Penelope wasn’t her world, because she was. Her sweet baby was everything she could ever have wished for. She was her mini me, but Audrey really did want to have another. Just one more. She wanted a sibling for Penelope. Maybe a sister like she had or even a brother. She didn’t care. She just wanted someone for Penelope to grow up with, but most of all, she wanted to be a complete woman.
Someone who could provide Tate with everything he wanted.
“You’re shaking,” he informed her, kissing her temple. She was lying on her back, her legs up in stirrups, waiting for the longest thirty minutes of her life to end. The doctor had just inserted the embryos into her, and she was praying to God one of them stuck. She’d had spent many sleepless nights researching this process and had driven herself mad with worry, but she had to believe in this for it to work. She had been sad for far too long, and if it didn’t work, then she would pick a surrogate.
They would have a baby.
Or maybe they would adopt?
She wasn’t sure, but she hoped this worked.
“Please, let this work,” she whispered to herself, but Tate was there, his arm wrapped around the top of her head, rubbing her jaw as his lips dusted her cheek.
“It will,” he whispered back, kissing her again, the hair on his jaw tickling her.
She closed her eyes as she sucked in a deep breath.
It would work.
Two weeks later, Audrey wasn’t so sure.