*Olivia*
Giovani and I were on our way to the appointment that he had scheduled for us. I squeezed his hand tightly, a mixture of excitement and nervousness fluttering through me. I was so happy to finally see if we could get some answers about why I wasn’t pregnant yet, but at the same time, I was terrified that my biggest fears would come true, and the doctor would tell us that we weren’t able to have children of our own.
I had never considered myself someone who was desperate to have children before, but I found myself desperately longing to be able to have a baby that was half mine and half Gio’s. He really would make the most perfect dad.
He squeezed my hand back, then brought it to his lips and brushed them against my knuckles. His gentle touch reminded me to take a deep breath; it was going to be okay. No matter what, we had each other.
