Page 89 of Nothing to Beat

She tipped her head back to rest it on Breck.“How bad do you want it, baby?”

“We can always bring the cup back later.”

“And I thought a guy like you might class up my life.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“Oh, Stat, you don’t know how to do that.”

The nurse finished the call and came back, something tugging on the corner of her lips.“The doctor needs to see you, Ms.Drury.Down the corridor, room three.”

“Guess you’re on your own, Stat,” she said.“Enjoy.”

Better that the doctor call her in before she tangle herself up in any compromising situations.Interruptions halfway through might be… inconvenient.

Breck reached for the cup on the counter, but the nurse swiped it out of the way.“That may not be necessary.”

Oh, shit, what did that mean?Could they really tell from blood and urine that a person was completely infertile?That was a damn quick turnaround; they couldn’t have handed over those samples more than twenty minutes ago.Though if this was the kind of place people like Zairn Lomond used, they had to be dealing with the elite.Could be their facilities were that swift.

Taking Breck’s hand, she was ready to face whatever might happen in that room.“If you’re not needed here, you’re coming with me.”

“Uh, you may want to go in alone,” the nurse said.“It’s recommended.”

“Recommended that I don’t take the man I intended to father my children into a fertility meeting with a doctor?”Did that mean it was really bad?“What can he say to me that I wouldn’t want Breck to hear?”

“It’s okay.”Breck kissed her head.“I’ll wait here.”

Except she didn’t want him to wait there.It could only be bad news.They couldn’t have a judgment on Breck’s sperm when they didn’t have it yet.It could only be her.

“What if I’m sick,” she said, wide eyes locking on his.“I could have cancer or something else horrific.”

His hand tightened around hers.“Room three?”

“We don’t test for that.”The nurse was missing the point.This could be profound news.If she needed support, there was only one person she wanted with her.“It’s something we suggest to all women in this situation.”

All women?This kind of thing had to happen a lot.

“A suggestion isn’t mandatory,” her guy asserted.

Tugging her from the spot, Breck strode down the hallway so fast, she almost lost her footing.Trust him to react with such purpose.No one would keep him from her, not when she might need him.

It helped that she couldn’t think of anything she wouldn’t share.Whether sick or infertile, she wouldn’t conceal that news from him.Wouldn’t?Maybe she should, to protect him from it.Trouble was, if she came out of that room telling Breck they were over for good and tried to put distance between their lives—because she’d secretly discovered being terminal—he’d read her in a nanosecond.

“Wait…” She pulled him to a halt.“What if it is bad news?”

“We’ll deal with it.You’ll get the best medical care in the world.It’s insulting you’d make me say that.”

Yeah, but that wasn’t her point.“No, what if it’s bad news like I can’t have children?”

“You’ll be disappointed, and I’ll work through that with you, whatever you need, but it changes nothing.”

“It changes everything.I want you to live a full and happy life, if I’m incapable of giving that to you—”

“There are options beyond our basic biology; something you know.Regardless of what happens in that room, your wishes are clear.You want children, so we’ll have children, one way or another.Do you believe we’d love them any less if we went for fertility treatment or the adoption route?”

No.Breck’s ability to love was in no doubt; his whole family was the same.

“I don’t deserve you,” she said with a sigh and a smile.“You’re the most incredible man that I could ever…”

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