Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Okay, so that feeling bad for her thing was a thing of the past.
“I hope you don’t,” I countered. “I hope you live your life immersed in the knowledge that you lost. That you didn’t win in making Nathan’s life hell. That you realize that Nathan won and he’s not suffering all the while you question your decisions.”
Eerie flipped me off just as Nathan pulled up in his truck.
He got out and didn’t spare Eerie one single glance.
Instead, his eyes were all for me and his baby.
“Ready to go home, Reg?” he asked as he took the baby and placed him into the car seat.
I grinned. “Ready and waiting.”
We drove away all under the watchful eyes of Eerie, who never lost her scowl.
“Let me get my family home.”
Chapter 29
I have mad hustle and a dope soul.
-Text from Reggie to Nathan
Nathan
Three weeks later
“I want to know everything,” I said to the man that was sitting in front of me looking nonplussed.
The man shifted in his seat.
Yet, despite knowing that it might wind him up in trouble, he didn’t once hesitate to tell me the truth.
Honestly, he hadn’t even looked surprised when I walked into his office.
Apparently, he’d never been hiding from us. He’d only left his house so that we wouldn’t go there. He’d been staying at his office. Living out of it, actually.
“It was found when Eerie’s eggs were harvested that she wasn’t fertile. None of them were viable,” Dr. Mick Messings said. “I… with all the pressure from her father, I didn’t think it was a good idea to tell her that I couldn’t do it. Well, I did tell them. They told me to do it anyway. To fix the impossible, I guess. And since he was saying that he could take away my license and threatening my practice… I have a sick child, Nathan. She’s been fighting cancer on and off for years. My practice being open was the only thing that was making it possible for me to pay her medical bills. Him threatening me was like a suicide of sorts. In the end, I harvested some eggs from a donor that had perished in an automobile accident. One that closely resembled Eerie Foster.”
His words made my eyes open wide.
“You just… used someone else’s?” I asked in surprise.
He shrugged. “The Fosters gave consent. As did the egg donor. If she was to perish, her harvested eggs would be donated.”
I had a feeling that the Fosters had no clue that they’d agreed to ‘donation’ but it worked for me now.
“I’m not sure they understood what Eerie and her family knew they were consenting to,” I admitted.
He shrugged and narrowed his eyes. “I sure the hell didn’t consent to her and her father making my life a living hell, either. But I did what I thought was best at the time.”
I shook my head in disbelief.
“I’m not sure if you realize it or not, but you just saved me a custody battle.” I paused. “I was set on not liking you. I was convinced that I was going to walk in here and dislike you immensely. Yet you’ve completely changed my mind, and you haven’t even tried that hard while doing it.”
Dr. Messings grinned. “That family was very hard to work with, and I’d hoped that if it ever came down to it, I wouldn’t have to work with them again.” He paused. “My daughter once again has cancer. We’re fighting it, but it looks to be winning at this point.” He narrowed his eyes. “You actually were a part of the calendar where the donations helped with a few treatments. Mr. October, correct?”
My brows rose. “Actually, yeah. Luckily, the hype has died down a bit. I haven’t been called Mr. October by anybody but you.”
His shoulders slumped a bit.
“When Ms. Foster came to me, she had the paperwork that I needed signed and notarized. Your signature was on the paperwork that granted access to the eggs. I apologize for not following up earlier. I only learned a few weeks ago when she called me in a flurry of apologies saying that the notarized copy that she’d had signed wasn’t actually signed by you. Then she threatened my job.” He looked apologetic all right.
Extremely apologetic.
Honestly, he looked defeated.
I could imagine if his daughter was going through yet another cancer treatment.
“I’m going to worry about Ms. Foster,” I admitted. “You’re not in any of my plans.”
He looked kind of sad there for a minute.
“I should be. What I did was illegal, and all I can say for myself is that I was a little distracted at the time, and all I could think about was how nice it was that the paperwork was done for me for once.” He shook his head. “I’ll never do that again, I can assure you.”