stared at him. âIâm twenty-eight and a half. My biological clock is ticking and the prospects for marriage arenât looking good.â
âGive it time,â he said.
âI did that. And Iâm finished holding my breath, Nick.â The bar had been set really high and that was his fault. âIâm through with waiting.â
âDo you have another choice?â
âAs a matter of fact, I do. I can be a single mom.â
âItâs a big decision,â he said.
âOne I havenât come to lightly. Iâm well aware of the difficulties. But I simply canât imagine my life without a child in it. I want to feel a baby grow and move inside me. More than anything, I want to hold my baby and raise him or her.â
âBut, Ryleigh, doing it aloneââ
She held up a hand to stop him. âYouâre not going to talk me out of this.â
âSomeone has to make you see reason.â
âLogic doesnât stand a chance against this longing to be a mother. Let me put it to you this way.â Sheâd thought long and hard about what to say to him. âThe need I have for a baby is as powerful as yours is for sex. Could you be talked out of it?â
âPoint made.â There was an uneasy expression on his face, a crack in the facade. âBut how are you going to make it happen? In vitro? Potluck from a sperm bank?â
âIâd prefer not to do that.â She met his gaze. âThe hormone shots. The higher risk of it not being successful. Expense. Not to mention that the old-fashioned way is the first, best, most effective method.â
âThen what?â
âHereâs the thing, Nick. When we got married I was young and idealistic. All I needed to be happy was you, spending time with you. Iâm older now and understand that youâre a doctor and the kids need you. Youâre a gifted physician. Youâre also a good man, the best man I know. You have wonderful qualities and Iâve never met anyone more brilliant or dedicated. And it has to be said that youâre not hard on the eyes.â
âI hear a but.â
âOnly that I understand you couldnât give me what I needed. Not then, anyway.â
âHereâs the but,â he said.
She nodded. âYou can give me what I want now. And I want a baby.â
When what she was asking for finally sank in, he looked like heâd swallowed his stethoscope. âThatâs a joke, right?â
âIâve never been more serious.â
âThatâs crazy.â Nick stood and started to pace. âDo you realize what youâre asking? A child would tie us together forever.â
âIt wouldnât have to.â
He stopped and stared at her. âYou expect me to father a child, then disappear?â
âWe got married and you did that,â she pointed out. âNot blaming you. Just saying⦠Look, Iâm sorry to spring this on you, but there was really no good way to bring it up. And frankly, Iâm glad itâs out there. Take some time to think it overââ
âDone,â he snapped. âAnd the answer is no.â
âJust like that?â
âYeah. You canât be serious. And when you come to your senses, weâll laugh about this.â
Disappointment shuddered through her as hopes and dreams went on life support. âYou know, when we were married, I actually thought about going off birth control. An âaccidentalâ pregnancy. An oops-the-condom-must-have-broken conversation.â
âWhy didnât you?â Surprise slid into his eyes as he stared down at her.
âIt just wasnât right. I couldnât do it. Maybe this idea is insane, but at least itâs straightforward and honest.â
âIâm sorry, Ryleigh. I just canât go along with it.â
âI had to ask.â She worked hard at keeping the profound and emotional regret