Never Enough
I thought we were over this, that we were past it. I get there's the whole loss thing but it shouldn't bring up some pang to want a baby. It shouldn't make him want kids so they go through what he's gone through.
It should have solidified it or something.
Now I'm shuffling through Seamus' office and trying to find crap. Options. Something I can do to fix it. I finally find a drawer in his desk full of infertility options. I crouch behind his desk, looking through the papers until I find what I want. I pick out the egg donor services packet and flip through it. I add the IVF information to it and cram the adoption crap back into the drawer.
I don't want to do the adoption thing again. No way.
The office door opens and I duck beneath the edge of the desk, clutching the information. He's in surgery. It's just the housekeeper. That's all. They'll be gone in a second and I can get out of here without a million questions.
It should have solidified it or something.
Now I'm shuffling through Seamus' office and trying to find crap. Options. Something I can do to fix it. I finally find a drawer in his desk full of infertility options. I crouch behind his desk, looking through the papers until I find what I want. I pick out the egg donor services packet and flip through it. I add the IVF information to it and cram the adoption crap back into the drawer.
I don't want to do the adoption thing again. No way.
The office door opens and I duck beneath the edge of the desk, clutching the information. He's in surgery. It's just the housekeeper. That's all. They'll be gone in a second and I can get out of here without a million questions.