*Giovani*
I inhaled deeply and stared into the eyes of my beloved, so full of worries. I hadn't given any thought to what I wanted since the doctor said I essentially had no viable sperm. That sickening guilt roiled up in me again, but I forced myself to remain in the moment.
“I will do whatever you want, carina," I said honestly. I knew I would love a baby with Olivia's eyes, her laugh–but I would love any baby we adopted just as well. My own genes died with me, it seemed.
I took another forkful of the spaghetti and meatballs and let my mother's sauce soothe me. I would have a family. We would have a family. Nothing else mattered.
Olivia chewed on her bottom lip. “But what if we adopt a baby and it has some kind of problem we can't deal with? Or what if we start trying to adopt and it takes y……
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