My Best Friend Helped With My Wife’s IVF
Willow Southfield, my wife, hated Luke Xavier, my childhood friend, the most.
Luke hated her too.
Whenever we met up, they would argue.
Luke was half an hour late, and the first thing he said when he came through the door was, “Your makeup makes you look like you came straight out of a horror movie.”
Willow threw his car keys into the ice bucket. “Fish them out and clear your mind.”
My friends said that they were like oil and water, and I was always stuck between them, playing the peacemaker.
Back then, we had been married for years, but we had no children.
I told Willow that I was not in a hurry, but the idea of being childless hurt like a knife in my heart.
Later, the doctors