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amed of this moment. Prayed. Begged. Cried.
inally-it
as pr
e clutched the test resu
hick and overwhelming, as tear
to her husband, Eric Harrington, "I told you," she
IVF procedure, Eric smiled-a
push him into this process, but now, seeing the p
sed as his hand lifted hesitantly, hovering just abo
he felt the warmth of her skin beneath his palm, his fingers pressed
oing to have our
ugh the tears she hadn't even reali
oat c
out by the joy in the room. But when it came
rned h
putation as one of the best in his field, sat across fr
n't sm
spine, her joy slipping th
tilled, his brows furrowed.
rs curled around the folder's
fully, "I'm afraid there was... a small
he room complet
. A dull, creeping pan
tion? I'm pregnant, aren't I? You called us in to gi
to be a mother, Mrs. Harrington... But..." He hesitated, ch
le
that su
inst her ribs. She couldn
ric sat froze
he
s low and ca
appear. "I mean...Mr. Harrington...the baby your wife is
Eric like a
s jaw tightened. But his voice-lo
sured, "that after everything-the months, th
was unsettling. The kind
tie. "There was a mix-up at the lab
ng his chair scraping against the tile floo
p enough to shatter glass. "Are you seriously te
jerked his hand away. His entire body
explanation," h
voice steady and professional. "I
ward, palms slamming onto the desk. "This isn't a minor inconv
arely h
lse pounding so loudly that i
Er
y wasn'
it her like a
olently as a wave of n
ice came out
rant, his head sn
test results as she forced herself to meet the doctor
?" she asked again
le
nbearable
ogany desk, making both Adina and the doct
he indivi-dual," he stuttered. "He's agreed to meet wi
ommon ground?" He exhaled
stranger, shake hands, and calmly discuss my wife c
the door
mach twiste
, her voice soft. "
m, and Adina felt Eric's ent
odded. "Bri
seconds stret
door sw
e wal
Kni
ught, her world t
tly, as if the room it
fidence, the kind that sucked th
. Perry's stiff posture. Eric's murderous glare. The undeni
ly, his gaz
. Unwa
And then-something el
se roared i
their shared past. Six y
m more handsome. The sharp cut of his jaw. The way his tailored suit fit perfectly
curved in
e murmured, his voi
ach, then back to her face, somethi
s what's called the irony of life," Ryan sai