*Giovani*
After we returned home from the transfer appointment, I gave a chattering Olivia an absentminded kiss on the head and left her in Dahlia’s excitable care. I had the folder with the pictures in it, and I marched up the stairs to my office. The excitement about the successful procedure was all well and good, but I could participate in it better after I handled some business.
I sat behind my desk, opened the folder, and stared at the pictures of the embryos Olivia had shown me so proudly in the waiting room. An intense, protective instinct had risen up in me, and it had not yet calmed. I knew that I would do anything to protect these embryos, even at this early stage.
