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“Really? The two of you are going to operate together?” The corners of my mouth curved upward.
“Yeah. We are. I called Ian after Jamieson left and explained the serious risks of going through with the surgery. He said he knows all about the risks and is willing to take them.”
“When do you plan on doing the surgery?”
“Jamieson is free on Monday. I checked my schedule, and it’s a light patient day, so I’ll have June reschedule my appointments.”
“Didn’t you already discharge him?”
“Yeah. We have him on medication to help with his symptoms for now. I told him that he better call his sons and tell them what’s going on, and if he didn’t, I wouldn’t do the surgery.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he’ll call them tonight.”
“Do you believe him?” I asked.
“Yeah. I do. He knows there’s a chance he could die during surgery.”
The following morning, when I walked into the kitchen area, I saw Emilia standing at the coffee machine.
“Good morning.” I smiled.
“Hi, Georgia.” She sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I told Sebastian last night what’s been going on.”
“And?” My brow raised.
“He’s upset with me because I didn’t tell him sooner.”
“I told you he would be.” I placed my hand on her back.
“We talked, and I did a lot of crying. He’s so supportive and said he’ll do whatever it takes for us to have a baby.”
“Everything is going to work out. Trust me.” I hugged her.
* * *
Iran the brush through my hair, and as I was about to put on some lipstick, Jackson walked into the bathroom and stopped me.
“Stop!”
“What?” I furrowed my brows as I stared at him through the bathroom mirror.
He walked over, lifted me up, and set me on the bathroom counter. Placing his hands on each side of my face, he smashed his mouth against mine for a passionate kiss.
“I just wanted to do that before you put that lipstick on.” The corners of his mouth curved upward as he winked at me and walked out of the bathroom.
Laughing, I put my lipstick on, slipped into my shoes, and we headed to the Kind Brewhouse.
“Look at that. It seems we’re the last to arrive,” Jackson said.
“Sebastian said seven o’clock, and it’s six fifty-five.” I glanced at my watch.
We climbed out of the car, and Jackson grabbed my hand as we walked to the door.
