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Our eyes lock after that, and I can’t help but smile at this woman. She’s been taking my breath away for the past seven years, and nothing’s changed.

“Perfect,” Dr. Tyler says. “I’ll have the script sent over to your pharmacy this afternoon, and someone will reach out in the coming days to get you two scheduled for another appointment.”

Despite this not being the news Blue and I wanted, we’re not broken by it.

“Sounds good,” I say with a nod. “Thank you, doctor,”

“Of course. Talk with you both soon.”

The line goes dead, and we sit in silence. So many emotions. So many unspoken words. But knowing her the way I do, I feel it all.

She’s afraid, disappointed, frustrated.

I squeeze her hand, but that’s not enough, so I pull her to me, holding her against my chest. She swipes another tear away but doesn’t fall apart.

“Well, here we are,” she laughs, sniffling with the words.

“Here we are.” I squeeze her tighter, sensing that she needs it.

When we started this journey over a year ago, we knew it would be tough, but it’s been more than that. It’s been brutal. But what keeps me going is knowing what we stand to gain if we don’t give up.

I’ll get to build a family with the love of my life.

My best friend.

@QweenPandora:

Well, aren’t you all just one big, happy family!

It’s hot as balls outside today, and while most of us were sitting on ice blocks in front of a fan, the #GoldenCrew was hard at work. Several locals sent in pics of the gang pulling weeds and hauling trash to get the exterior of #NewGirl’s project presentable, but she was kind enough to post this lovely, behind-the-scenes pic of the royal court.

And look, they even allowed #TheSubstitute and Seth to join in.

Hold up… Anyone else thinking what I’m thinking?

Seth’s been spending quite a bit of time with #NewGirl, which means we’ve had the pleasure of indulging in his hotness on the regular. In my book, that’s reason enough to be given a moniker.

So, on this day, I hereby dub the hottie formerly known as Seth… #TheBenchwarmer.

Because, let’s be honest, the second #KingMidas turns his back, #TheBenchwarmer’s gonna make his play.

There are no other updates other than this image of #KingMidas and #NewGirl sequestering to their SUV, looking tense as they take a private call. I’m fresh out of ideas what it could’ve been about, so weigh in if with your guesses in the comments, and we’ll see if anything sticks.

At any rate, thanks for keeping things interesting #GoldenCrew. How would we ever entertain ourselves without you?

Later, peeps :)

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Blue

I’m sure theEmperorswant a win tonight, but it feels like West and Ineedit.

The first game of the season always comes with a lot of pressure, but a bit of light in mine and West’s lives would be really nice right now. This past month has been a struggle, following Dr. Tyler’s recommendation that we wait to do the implantation. His final ruling, after first recommending that we wait four to six weeks, was that we hold off for eight. And now that we’re at the halfway point of that goal—despitehaving followed his instructions to the letter, the nonstop doctor appointments, all the monitoring, and the new meds—I’m nervous it still hasn’t been enough.

The shouting of the crowd pulls me out of the dark thoughts that follow, and I’m grateful for the distraction. Back in Sacramento, when I mostly watched West’s games alone, I did so from the designated suite for the players’ wives, girlfriends, and family. But tonight, with nearly everyone I love showing up to support our guys, we’re seated on the fifty-yard line. Scar, Jules and the rest of the crew are all here, and while Dad and Hunter made a point to snag seats at opposite ends of the row, I’m still grateful they came.

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