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“Should have kept my mouth shut,” I grumbled, knowing Del was going to give Mansel hell.
Harmony and I walked hand in hand up the steps to my parents’ house, not even bothering to knock as we stepped through the front door.
“Woman, I need meat. Cook more fucking meat.”
I laughed as we stepped into the kitchen to see my father, Oz, glaring at my mom from the kitchen table. She had her back turned, ignoring his bitching and moaning.
She sighed. “You need vegetables. The doctor said—”
“I don’t care what that asshole said.” He looked up at me. “Tell your mother I’m fine.”
Harmony walked around the table and took a seat next to him. “Why would she think you aren’t fine?”
I gave my mom a kiss on the cheek and leaned back against the kitchen counter.
She turned around, glaring at her husband. “The doctor said he needs to eat healthily.”
“I’m as healthy as a fucking ox.”
She snorted and turned back to the stove. “There’s lasagna in the oven. That has meat in it.”
I listened to them banter back and forth as I pulled a beer from the fridge and popped the top off. My parents had a love that ran deep. They argued and fought, but there was nothing in this world that would come between them.
They were soul mates.
When everything calmed down and we finally sat down at the table to eat, I could see Harmony picking at her food. She was nervous. We both knew it was time to tell them what was going on, and even though I knew they would be supportive and do whatever was needed to help us, I also knew they would be hurt by the news we were about to share with them.
Dad cleaned off his plate and set his knife and fork to the side before settling back into his seat. “So, out with it. What’s going on?”
Harmony stilled, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, pleading with me to tell them.
I cleared my throat and Mom also set down her cutlery, giving me her full attention. “We’ve been trying for a while now to have a baby,” I told them softly.
Mom smiled, and I saw a twitch in the corner of Dad’s mouth but he quickly covered it. “Well, these things can take time for some people. It will happen.”
Harmony looked down at her plate, using her fork to move the food around, maybe trying to disguise the fact that she hadn’t put anything in her mouth. It was strange to see her so nervous. Harmony had always been so strong, ready to face things head on, but this whole baby drama had really hurt her deeply.
“It’s not going to happen naturally,” I told them, watching as my mother’s face pulled in, her brow creasing in confusion. “We’ve already lost two,” I said sadly.
Mom instantly reached over, her hand covering Harmony’s. “What happened?”
I went on to explain the ectopic pregnancies, watching as my parents’ faces flowed through a chain of emotions—sadness, empathy, determination.
Dad sighed when I was done. “You should have come to us.”
“There’s nothing you could have done, Dad.” I scrubbed my hand over my hair. “We wanted to surprise everyone. But we know now that it’s not possible.”
“You’re not giving up are you?” Mom looked at me and then back to Harmony.
Harmony lifted her head, shaking it gently. “We’re going to look at getting a surrogate,” she told them softly.
“What does that mean?” Dad asked.
“It’ll still be our baby, but someone else will carry it,” Harmony answered.
There was silence in the room as they both took in what we were telling them. I didn’t know what else to say. I knew my parents would support us, no matter what we chose to do, but it was still a huge deal.
Another woman would be carrying our child. I knew there were risks involved.
