And she did.
On the drive home, she realized that being with Cam and her children had plunged her back into the pool of longing for a child. She gripped the steering wheel tightly.
She would talk to Derek again. There were many things she didn’t bother arguing with him about. She liked a peaceful life—arguing made her tense and miserable. But this…she couldn’t let something this important drop. She’d find a way to convince him. There must be a way.
She nibbled her bottom lip as she drove, thoughts careening around in her head.
Her first choice would be a sperm donor. Then at least half the baby’s DNA would be hers. Surely to God Derek could love a child that was hers? Suppose she’d had a child before they met. He’d love that child, too…wouldn’t he?
She flicked on her blinker and turned the wheel, pulling into the driveway of their home. She parked, put the car in gear, turned off the ignition, but still sat there, mind churning.
Maybe they just had to find the right donor. She’d already told him they could pick someone who looked just like him. But…what if they had a family member who would do it? Would that be weird? It almost seemed…incestuous. But Derek had no brothers, and no male cousins either. And neither did she.
A friend.
Krissa went very still, lifted her eyes to the house. Her body tightened and she swallowed. What if…she closed her eyes.
Impossible. It was impossible.
But if Derek would even consider it…it was worth a shot.
She tried to clamp down on the excitement lurching inside her as she hurried into the house.
She called out a hello to Nate in his bedroom, then went straight to her office and shut the door. She called Derek on her cell phone. “I need to talk to you. Right away.”
“I’ll be home for dinner. Be home by six at thelatest tonight. I promise.”
Krissa shifted from one foot to the other. “Can’t you get home early tonight? This is important.”
He sighed. “I can’t, hon. I’ll get there as quick as I can. What’s going on?”
“I just need to ask you something. I have an idea…”
“About what?”
What the hell did he think it was about? She held the phone away from her ear and scowled at it. “What color to paint the kitchen,” she said bitterly. “Okay, fine, we’ll talk when you get here.”
“Okay, babe, see you later.”
She dropped the phone. Damn. Patience wasn’t one of her strengths. When she got an idea in her head, she needed to do something about it. Now.
She turned on her computer. She’d researched sperm donation but not how it worked when you used the sperm of someone you knew.
She sank into her chair and covered the mouse with her hand, propping her chin on her other hand.
She heard the knock at her door and jumped. Her eyes flew back to the computer screen. “Uh…hang on.” She quickly closed the window. “Come in.”
“Hey.” Nate stood in the door, looking big and gorgeous in his jeans and close-fitting T-shirt. God, he was a hot guy.
She gulped. That wasn’t an appropriate thought.
“Hi.” She smiled brightly.
“I was wondering about joining a gym.” He took a step into her office. “I still feel kind of puny after being sick.” He may have been sick but he was a long way from puny, with lots of muscle definition under that T-shirt.
“Uh…you want to work out?”
“Yeah. I lost a lot of weight—I’d like to bulk up a bit.”
