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The wedding planner comes when Molly and I are deep into our conversation.
“Ivy Martin?” she asks.
“Yes,” I reply with a smile. “I told you I was difficult to miss with this.” I pat my belly, and she laughs.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Daniella says. She’s about my age with a cheerful demeanor.
I like her at first sight. I invite her to sit down and introduce my sister and tell her that she’ll be my maid of honor. Daniella orders coffee and goes straight into her pitch. The plan was to meet several wedding planners from the list that Alec gave me, but I don’t think I’ll meet another one. Molly and I exchange a glance. She nods discreetly. I’m glad she likes her as well.
When I tell Daniella the good news, she throws a fist in the air, and we all laugh. It’s nice to see passion in someone. She asks me a few questions to get started.
“We’ll communicate by email a lot,” she says. “And meet physically when we have to. At this stage of pregnancy, I know you tire easily, so I’ll keep our physical meetings to only what is absolutely necessary. Like the dress, cake, and venue walk-through.”
“I appreciate that,” I tell her.
The three of us part ways outside the café, and I drive myself back home. I follow the noise coming from the kitchen. It’s Peter making himself an omelet.
“Hey, you.” I give him a quick hug.
“Just the person I was hoping to see,” he says. “I’ve made some coffee; want some?”
My stomach clenches. These days, whenever Peter wants to talk to me, it’s always heavy topics. Plus, he doesn’t seem to understand that we cannot be involved romantically. It’s exhausting.
“I’ll pour myself.” This much coffee cannot be good for me, but I need all the help I can get to have the conversation that Peter wants us to have.
I serve the coffee and carry both our mugs to the table. We sit down, and for the next two minutes or so, I watch Peter destroy his omelet.
“I wish I could eat that fast,” I tell them when his plate is clean.
He laughs. “You must be the only person in the world who thinks that eating fast is a talent.”
I smile fondly. I really like Peter. Always have. I only wish he would accept that we were meant to be just friends.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” Might as well get it out of the way. Maybe this time, I can convince him that I’m happy as I am and that I don’t need him to take care of my baby and me.
He clears his throat as if he’s about to commence giving a speech to a big crowd. Peter always did have a flare for drama. I stifle a giggle. He wouldn’t take it kindly if I laughed.
“The TV station is giving me an opportunity to be in front of the camera instead of behind it,” he says.
My eyes widen. “Oh.”
“Yeah. They want to give me a show, and I want you to be my first interviewee.”
“Me?” I say. This is crazy. “What would I talk about? I’m not even a published author.
You’ve never been interested in being in front of the camera.”
“I know, but I’m all for taking the opportunities that come your way. You know that.”
“Okay, but what would we talk about?”
A cagey look comes over his features. I instinctively know that I won’t like what he has to say.
“How about The Anderson Clinic and how they botched up the surrogacy? We can even bring in The Clarks, and they can give their side of the story.”
I stare at him aghast. I can’t believe he would even suggest something like that. He confuses my shock with excitement. His voice takes on another tone, and he talks faster. This is not something that Peter has come up with on a whim. He has given it a lot of thought. I can’t believe that he’s the Peter I know. Or did I even know him?
He goes on about the clinic and how this will teach them a lesson. After hearing from The Clarks and me, no one will ever go to The Anderson fertility clinic again.
