Page 3 of Double Kisses for the Omega
“Become a surrogate, or be inseminated. From your medical history, your first pregnancy was a breeze. Both of those options have to be carefully monitored anyway.”
“Don’t they have huge lists of restrictions?”
He nodded. “From what I understand, yes, but if your primary physician signs off on it, I’ll give my approval as well, provided that I’m part of your monitoring team.”
I took a deep breath. How much longer could I really push things with the heat suppressants?
“What are my alternatives?”
He shook his head. “If a new round of suppressants doesn’t work, and we can’t find another treatment plan, then we might have to consider surgery.”
My breathing quickened, and I felt the familiar panic start to rise. The doctors had warned me they might have to take my womb when I came out of my coma, and I’d done everything possible to prevent it.
Now I was being told that my options may come down to having a baby, waiting for the suppressants to stop working, or losing my womb anyway.
Hands on my shoulders. “Breath Rick. Just breathe.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and took deep breaths until the panic started to subside.
Finally Doctor Erickson returned to the stool. “I don’t want to have to do that either, not after this long. That’s why I mentioned pregnancy as an option. It is an extreme course of treatment, but it might be the only way.”
“Can I have some time to think about it?”
He nodded. “I can give you the current suppressant a few more times. But the sooner you make a decision, the better.”
“Ok.”
He studied me for a moment, then turned to my chart. He picked it up and scribbled some notes, then he stood. “The nurse will be in in a few minutes with the injection.”
“Ok.”
He took a step toward the door, then stopped, and squeezed my shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. Ok? Surgery is the absolute last resort.”
I nodded, but still felt the twisting in my middle.
What was I going to do?
Chapter 2 - Nate
The house was far too quiet, and I knew why.
Tyler’s car was in the driveway, and his shoes were still at the door. Which meant that he could only be one place.
I quietly made my way upstairs, and saw him at the entrance to our nursery, staring into the room. Light spilled from the room into the hallway, illuminating his short dark hair and slender frame.
I walked over and wrapped my arms around him from behind, nuzzling into his neck.
“You ok?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No.”
I tightened my arms around him. “We kinda expected this though.”
“That doesn’t make it any easier. I thought it would happen this time.”
I kissed the side of his neck. “It’ll happen when it happens. Adoptions fall through, especially with cases like ours.”
He turned and looked up at me, tears flowing from his green eyes.
