*Giovani*
"Alright, can you send them to me?" I asked through the phone. "Okay, yes. Thank you very much. Arrivederci."
I hung up the phone, tossing it onto the bed next to me as I stretched out my arms. My bones creaked with the effort, and I groaned, rubbing my shoulder. I was getting way too old, and it was showing. Past injuries came back to haunt me, and my muscles weren’t as kind to me as they once were.
It had been a lazy day, and the evening sun filtered through the open window, casting long shadows on the bed as I waited there with my back against the headboard and my laptop on my lap. The heat had been increasing the longer I kept it open, the vents working overtime, but I didn’t mind.
There was a notification on my laptop followed by a ding, and I grinned, diving into my email. Sure enough, the top spot had an unread email from Surrogazione Generazionale , the surrogacy center we had chosen.
