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against her because she had made it precisely clear where she stood with the subject beforehand. Was I disappointed that my wife couldn’t even stand the thought of pretending to consider it at least? Most definitely.
Pondering my problems wasn’t one of my main past times , yet sure enough, the past days had been bombarded by it, which was when the idea had pressed into my mind.
I had thought it might rattle her a little, might even deserve me a hard slap for having the audacity to ask it of her. Never had I pictured her giving me a cold, accusatory look as if I had betrayed her trust and confidence. As much as it hurt to be shut down, I wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
And just like that, another notion surfaced. Therefore, I took my time, thinking about my new idea. So much so that I stayed another hour at my grandfather’s side, sitting and pondering as to how to go about it without sounding absurd. It was hard to decipher my feelings, truly. It was as if something had clicked inside me and nothing had been the same since. All I knew was that I wanted this new kind of happiness for me and Sienna, and at the same time, to fulfill this heavy void that filled my heart ever since my parents had died in an avalanche in the Swiss Alps.
Whatever the outcome of this, I knew disappointment wasn’t far behind to remind me that sometimes , no matter how much you love or hope or dream or obsess about one thing, having the means wasn’t simply enough to accomplish the impossible.
Shock Value
Sienna
I was in the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of sparkling water, when Blake strode into the room, seeming less tense since I saw him last. Cautiously sipping my drink, my eyes never left him. Even in these odd conditions, my appreciation of his dark, commanding beauty still hadn’t escaped me.
He was all male and exuded the kind of aura that demanded attention and power. It easily came without lifting a finger or saying a word, making everyone jump to attention. He simply had been born with this outstanding kind of confidence I admired and envied most of the time.
“May I have a word?” he spoke, breaking my trance-like fascination of his handsomeness.
“Why do you need to be so formal? We’re in the kitchen for crying out loud. Word away , my dearest husband.” I meant to lighten the mood, but he didn’t even crack a smile.
He ’s still mad then , I assumed with a sinking feeling in my gut.
“After you left, I began thinking… rather extensively, I might add.” He was terse, and even though he seemed composed, the locking of his jaw was an indication he was under a lot of stress because of yours truly.
So this was about the baby again.
“Go on,” I said, beyond exhausted about this damned, infuriating subject. Why couldn’t he just leave it be? Why, oh why, couldn’t he just get over it? This conversation wasn’t going to end well because my answer was still a resounding no.
“How about surrogacy? The same conditions apply—you can do as you please and I’d still take care of the baby.”
“Surrogacy?” Was he fucking with me?
He made a careless shrug. “I made a last minute appointment set for tomorrow. I was hoping we could see what it is about.” He pulled out his cell phone, tapped on the screen, and slid it over the counter towards me. “The exclusive agency sent me photos in case you were particular about what the surrogate would look like. They said that some parents always demands a certain IQ level and impressive beauty.”
My hand shook a little when I plucked the device off the countertop.
The intended surrogate was pretty. She looked like she was from Italian descent.
“What do you think?” His question echoed in my mind as I kept staring at the pretty picture.
She was strikingly pretty , too pretty for my liking. Did he choose this particular picture for another reason? I thought darkly as jealousy slowly crept in my system. Would Blake treat her like a queen because
Pondering my problems wasn’t one of my main past times , yet sure enough, the past days had been bombarded by it, which was when the idea had pressed into my mind.
I had thought it might rattle her a little, might even deserve me a hard slap for having the audacity to ask it of her. Never had I pictured her giving me a cold, accusatory look as if I had betrayed her trust and confidence. As much as it hurt to be shut down, I wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
And just like that, another notion surfaced. Therefore, I took my time, thinking about my new idea. So much so that I stayed another hour at my grandfather’s side, sitting and pondering as to how to go about it without sounding absurd. It was hard to decipher my feelings, truly. It was as if something had clicked inside me and nothing had been the same since. All I knew was that I wanted this new kind of happiness for me and Sienna, and at the same time, to fulfill this heavy void that filled my heart ever since my parents had died in an avalanche in the Swiss Alps.
Whatever the outcome of this, I knew disappointment wasn’t far behind to remind me that sometimes , no matter how much you love or hope or dream or obsess about one thing, having the means wasn’t simply enough to accomplish the impossible.
Shock Value
Sienna
I was in the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of sparkling water, when Blake strode into the room, seeming less tense since I saw him last. Cautiously sipping my drink, my eyes never left him. Even in these odd conditions, my appreciation of his dark, commanding beauty still hadn’t escaped me.
He was all male and exuded the kind of aura that demanded attention and power. It easily came without lifting a finger or saying a word, making everyone jump to attention. He simply had been born with this outstanding kind of confidence I admired and envied most of the time.
“May I have a word?” he spoke, breaking my trance-like fascination of his handsomeness.
“Why do you need to be so formal? We’re in the kitchen for crying out loud. Word away , my dearest husband.” I meant to lighten the mood, but he didn’t even crack a smile.
He ’s still mad then , I assumed with a sinking feeling in my gut.
“After you left, I began thinking… rather extensively, I might add.” He was terse, and even though he seemed composed, the locking of his jaw was an indication he was under a lot of stress because of yours truly.
So this was about the baby again.
“Go on,” I said, beyond exhausted about this damned, infuriating subject. Why couldn’t he just leave it be? Why, oh why, couldn’t he just get over it? This conversation wasn’t going to end well because my answer was still a resounding no.
“How about surrogacy? The same conditions apply—you can do as you please and I’d still take care of the baby.”
“Surrogacy?” Was he fucking with me?
He made a careless shrug. “I made a last minute appointment set for tomorrow. I was hoping we could see what it is about.” He pulled out his cell phone, tapped on the screen, and slid it over the counter towards me. “The exclusive agency sent me photos in case you were particular about what the surrogate would look like. They said that some parents always demands a certain IQ level and impressive beauty.”
My hand shook a little when I plucked the device off the countertop.
The intended surrogate was pretty. She looked like she was from Italian descent.
“What do you think?” His question echoed in my mind as I kept staring at the pretty picture.
She was strikingly pretty , too pretty for my liking. Did he choose this particular picture for another reason? I thought darkly as jealousy slowly crept in my system. Would Blake treat her like a queen because
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