The Pensive Gentleman
I let out a loud breath through my lips, my hand sitting on my heaving chest.
Two pairs of eyes are on me.
The doctor’s concern is obvious, but Marciano’s isn’t—if he is at all.
His jaw is locked so tight I can hear his teeth grinding, and for the first time since I’ve known him, he looks stunned.
“Great, thanks.” I’m not even sure why I say that, but I do as I rise to my feet, ignoring everyone as I walk out of the office.
Create something.
Deep down, the idea I had for creating something has everything to do with getting pregnant and giving birth to a healthy baby.
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