“I was thinking,” Colt says as he comes in and drops down beside me. “If you’re up for it, we could go to the hospital tomorrow and talk about our options. If you want to, that is.”
I peer up at him and give a small smile, nodding. “That sounds great. Do we need an appointment or anything?”
He pauses, looking like he’s thinking hard.
“What?” I ask.
He scratches the back of his neck, a sheepish look crossing his face. “Well, I kind of already made an appointment. I just wanted to make sure we could get in before getting your hopes up.”
I smile, shaking my head. Always thinking ahead. Always protecting me.
“Thanks, babe. Yeah, it’ll be good to know exactly what we need to do and, more importantly, how to find the right surrogate.”
Colt leans in, brushing his nose against my shoulder. “And how long it’ll take too.”
“Yeah,” I murmur. “I guess I hadn’t really thought about the timing.”
“I’m sure it won’t be too long. I mean, seriously, who wouldn’t want to carry rock royalty’s baby?” he teases with a cocky smirk.
I half-laugh, half-sigh because deep down, I’d give anything to be that woman.
“Yeah, we’ll find someone.”
He taps his knuckles gently against my thigh. “That’s settled then. Tomorrow, we get answers,” he says, leaning in to kiss me softly.
***
We’re on our way to the hospital to find out what the process is to, hopefully, have our own child. I’m nervous as hell, and I don’t really understand why. It’s basically an information session to tell us what we need to do, nothing dramatic. So, my feeling like I’m going to pass out doesn’t make any sense. Colt reaches out and rests his hand on my knee as he drives. His touch calms me, but not completely.
“Why the hell am I so bloody nervous?” I murmur.
“Because we’re going to be talking about babies. And all you will be thinking about is how we go about making babies, and you don’t want to jump me in the doctor’s office,” Colt jokes.
I smack his hand on my knee, to which he chuckles.
“Colt, be serious.”
“Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood. Don’t be nervous. We’re only going to find out some information. It’s not like we’ll be making life-changing decisions today. Just think of it likeyou’re going into a classroom to learn,” he replies, turning to look at me briefly before squeezing my knee gently.
He’s right. I need to think of it as a learning experience, not a life-changing event. I take a deep breath, and my nerves settle to a minor flutter in my stomach.
“Thanks, that helped,” I say.
He smiles and takes my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of my hand gently. “Glad to be of service,” he replies, entwining his fingers with mine and holding my hand tightly.
We drive the rest of the short drive to the hospital in silence.
When he pulls the car into a park, my nerves start again.
Stupid stomach!
Colt walks around to my side of the car and opens the back door, pulling out my crutches while I swing my legs out of the car, getting ready to stand. He places the crutches in front of me, and I steady myself, pulling myself into a standing position.
“You ready?” he asks, tucking some hair behind my ear in a tender gesture.
I nod, taking a steadying breath. “I guess so.”
Colt leans in, quickly kissing my lips before we head inside the hospital.
