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She looks at me in confusion, and then gives me a sarcastic reply. “Do you need me to wipe for you?”

I nod. “Yes. Let’s go.”

We head into the bathroom. She turns to me. “Remember to wipe front to back. You don’t want a UTI.”

I smile and roll my eyes at her.

She shrugs her shoulders. “I can’t imagine you actually brought me in here for a wiping lesson. What’s up?”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s up?”

She looks confused. “What do you mean?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, we’re at a celebration tonight. You look like you’re at a funeral.”

“I do not. I just happen to have a lot on my mind right now.”

“Like what?”

She pauses and looks up. She takes a deep breath before eventually looking back at me. “When the time comes for Trevor, I want him to be celebrated the way Hayden is being celebrated tonight.”

Now I’m confused. “What makes you think he wouldn’t be?”

She stares at me and tilts her head. “If it’s with me, do you honestly think it will be followed by a celebratory, happy family dinner?”

“Why wouldn’t we celebrate? Why wouldn’t we be happy?”

“Because no one wants us together. They think I’m bad for him.” She mumbles, “I know they’re right.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s true. I would celebrate. I would be happy. You’re two of my favorite people in the world. I love you two together. I would be ecstatic.”

She gives me a small smile. “I appreciate you saying that, but I don’t think everyone would be quite as happy. Melissa is on cloud nine tonight. Do you think she’d feel that way if it were me and Trevor?”

“That’s about archaic societal norms. I love that you don’t give a shit about normal. You never have. It’s what I admire most about you.”

“I just don’t want Trevor to miss out on certain rites of passage.”

“I don’t believe he views it that way.” I take a breath. “I think the biggest issue for anyone is kids. It’s the fear that Trevor won’t have kids if he’s with you.”

“I fear that for him too Reagan. They’re not wrong.”

“Yes, they are.” I give her a sheepish look. “I may have done something.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “What did you do, Reagan?”

“Well…umm… I may have called the hospital where you had your eggs frozen. I got the information from Mom. I may have pretended to be you. I may have found out that your eggs are still in good shape and available to be used.”

She looks at me in disbelief. “You what?”

“Yes, I wanted to know. And then I asked them about what it takes to be a gestational host. I have all the information I need. I understand what it takes and I’m willing to move forward.”

She shakes her head. “Reagan, I really appreciate your offering that night. Even considering it is so incredibly meaningful to me. But I would never ask you to actually do it.”

“Why not?”

She smiles. “I could never destroy that perfect body of yours. It would deprive the world of such beauty.”

I laugh. “I have good genes. Look at my mother’s body. It’s insane, and she’s had three kids.”

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