“He’s trying to cheer me up.”
“Is it working?” She sat in one of the side chairs with Mocha still in her lap.
“It worked better before these cramps started kicking my ass. I’m not going to the game tonight. I can’t. I’m going through maxi pads like crazy. I’m basically hemorrhaging.”
Her eyes widened. “Is that normal?”
“I’m not sure, but I was taking meds that were supposed to make my uterine lining thick enough for implantation. Since there was nothing to implant, it has to break down and exit the womb stage left.”
“Have you and Brix talked? Do y’all plan to try again?”
I nodded. “We have nine embryos left. We’re gonna try again.”
“How long do you have to wait?”
“You can go again as quickly as four weeks. Like once this period ends, I can start the pills when I get my period in May.”
“Will you be ready then?”
“Uhm.” I sighed as tears sprang to my eyes. I swiped at them quickly. “Don’t mind the tears, Zy. I’m not, well I am emotional, but not about the IVF failing. I have my period and I’m still coming down from all of the hormones I was on. I’m all over the place, but I’m okay.”
She sat there rubbing Mocha, but she was staring at me.
“I’m thinking about going to Pecan Shores,” I admitted.
I thought she was going to throw Mocha onto the floor with the way she stood up so abruptly. “What? Why? What about Chris and Gensie? Do you think you’ll be able to handle all of their stuff from Pecan Shores?”
“Well, first of all, I’m not thinking about Chris and Gensie. They’re grown. They’ll figure it out.”
She sat back down and comforted a shocked Mocha.
I continued. “I don’t know. This whole process has me feeling like I need Mom. I wanna be babied.”
She gave me the pouty face. “Awww, Ry Ry. That’s actually understandable. I mean, you’ve built a whole career on taking care of Chris and his family and babying them. You do deserve to be babied during this time.”
“The Bison are going on a five game East Coast swing. A game in New York, Philly, Baltimore, D.C., and Richmond. I’m thinking it wouldn’t hurt for me to go then. Genesis and their kids will follow Chris, you know that. They’ll probably stay at their house in Pecan Shores. I’ll stay with mom and dad.”
“I think if that’s what you need, then that’s what you should do. Now…” She stood again, but this time much more calmly. “Let me walk little Chocolate?—”
“Mocha.”
She giggled. “I knew it was something. Let me walk Miss Mocha, so I can head to the game. Where’s the leash?”
While Zyah was walking Mocha, I shot Brixton a text.
Me:
Hey. I’m not making it to the game tonight. “Lady time” is coming on strong.
He responded right away.
Solid Brix:
Damn. You okay? You need anything? Hot tea? Soup? Pain Killer?
I couldn’t help thinking about how sweet and thoughtful he was.
Solid Brix:
