Page 43 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

The sliding door opened, and Christian stepped inside.

“Charleigh, come home. We need to talk. You’re blowing this whole thing out of proportion.”

“I’m not blowing anything out of proportion!” I shouted. “This is my life we’re talking about.”

“What the hell is going on here?” Conner asked.

“Charleigh thinks I’m trying to kill her because I want kids.”

“Come on, sweetie.” Charlotte hooked her arm around me. “Let’s go upstairs to my office and talk. She’ll be home when we’re finished,” she said to Christian.

When we reached her office, I sat down on the couch.

“I know what this is really about,” Charlotte said as she sat down and handed me a tissue.

“What is that?” I asked as I dried my eyes.

“You’re afraid if you get pregnant, the baby will be born with the same heart condition, and you can’t bear to relive that.”

“That’s part of it. But I’m on borrowed time as it is. If I were to have a baby, I could die, and I don’t want to die.”

“Have you done any research at all?” Charlotte asked.

“Yes, I have.”

“How long ago?”

“After I had the transplant.”

“Times have changed, Charleigh. Medical science has advanced so much, and you know that.”

“Are you taking Christian’s side, Charlotte?”

“I’m not taking anyone’s side. Your fears are warranted, and Christian knows that. What if one of your patients who had a heart transplant came to you for a check-up and told you that she wanted to try and get pregnant? Would you tell her no?”

“I don’t know.” I looked down.

“I love you, Charleigh. We’re family, and I’m going to tell you something, but you are never to repeat this to anyone.”

“What?”

“If there were one person in this family I trusted most with my life, it would be Christian. Oh my God, I can’t believe I said that.” She laughed as she squeezed my hand.

I couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“That man loves you so much. He would never ever put you in harm's way. You need to listen to how he feels without getting upset, and then you explain how you feel. Together, the two of you will talk through it.”

“Thanks, Charlotte.” I leaned over and hugged her.

“You’re welcome.”

We went downstairs, and I saw Christian sitting at the table, drinking a beer with his brother.

“Let’s go home.” I smiled as I held out my hand.

“That’s my girl.” Conner grinned.

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