Christine White’s mind boggles and she replies as an afterthought, “No.”
“Then you …”
Christine White laughed, “I mean, we’ll have kids later.”
“So it is.” Baird Lane lowered his eyelids, tamping down that disappointment under his eyes.
He thought, by some miracle.
“Baird,” Christine White suddenly called out.
Baird Lane looked at her, “What’s wrong?”
Christine White bit her lower lip and seemed to have some difficulty saying, “That … Can you give me a child again?”
“You are trying to …”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded.
A look of surprise crossed Baird Lane’s eyes for a brief moment, then he smiled softly and returned the word, “Good.”
It was the first time she, ever, had taken the initiative.
Christine White sighed in relief, her little face a little red as she leaned into his arms, “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me, we’re married and the baby was supposed to be for both of us.” Baird Lane said lifting her chin.
Christine White’s eyes averted from view, and she gave a thin hmmm.
Baird Lane cupped her chin and turned her face to his, “Look at me.”
Christine White moved back to look at him.
Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Don’t want kids anymore?”
“Yes!” Christine White blurted out without thinking.
…
Baird Lane draped a blanket over her, scooped the short hairs that had fallen out of her face, and after staring at her small, red face for a moment longer, he took his cell phone to the balcony and dialed a number out.
“Hello? Which one?” Ives Norton’s sleepy voice came over the phone.
Baird Lane looked out over the balcony at the night sky and returned two words in a cool voice, “It’s me.”
The phone went quiet for an instant.
A few seconds later, Ives Norton growled in annoyance, “Baird Lane what’s wrong with you, what are you doing calling me in the middle of the night when you’re not sleeping?”
Baird Lane didn’t care about his rudeness and spoke lightly, “Let me ask you, is there any chance of Christine White being pregnant or not?”
“Why do you ask that for a good reason?” Ives Norton asked rhetorically.
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “She wanted a child.”
“So you told her the truth?” Ives Norton jerked awake, his voice sinking.
Baird Lane held down his brow bone, “No, tell her she won’t be able to take it.”
“So.” Ives Norton breathed a sigh of inaccessible relief, and then his expression became serious, “The head of the obstetrics and gynecology department told me at the beginning that her trauma was so severe that the possibility of her getting pregnant was very low, but it’s not like there’s no chance of her getting pregnant, it all depends on God’s will.”
“I don’t want to see Providence, I just want to know if it can be healed.” Baird Lane said with some impatience.
Ives Norton mused for a few seconds, “There are two ways to do this, the first is conditioning, but it will be long in terms of time, it could be years before you get pregnant, and while the probability of getting pregnant isn’t any better than when you’re in full health, how about a thirty percent probability is still there.”
“What about the other one?” Baird Lane’s brow furrowed.
This treatment is on the conservative side, and while it is stable, time is the shortcoming.
He didn’t know if Christine White wanted to wait that long, let’s just say he didn’t want to wait years, he wanted her to get pregnant sooner.
And he’d always known that losing a child had always left a scar on her heart, so he wanted to get her pregnant again as soon as possible, and use that child to repair the pain of losing her first child.
“The second way ah …” Ives Norton’s eyes sank slightly, as if he had something difficult to say.
Baird Lane, a little impatiently, blackly urged, “What on earth, say!”
“Hey.” Ives Norton sighed, “Okay, I’ll tell you what, it’s just in vitro, it’s the fastest way for you to have a child.”
“No!” Baird Lane immediately vetoed, his face hard.
Doing test tubes?
He would never agree to that!
What’s more, it’s not clear if her body can withstand the IVF procedure.
Not the least bit surprised by Baird Lane’s resistance, Ives Norton yawned calmly, “So yeah, I didn’t want to tell you this in the first place, you were the one who insisted that I do, and it’s not a refusal to say it now.”
Baird Lane reticent.
Ives Norton added, “If you want to have a child, you still need to take one step at a time, there’s no use rushing, it just so happens that tomorrow is the weekend, why don’t you bring her to the hospital, I told her the other day.”
“Got it.” Baird Lane responded coldly.
After that, Ives Norton hung up the phone after instructing him on a few other ones.
Baird Lane put away his cell phone and turned around, ready to go back to his study.
However, the moment he turned around, he seemed to see something, his pupils suddenly shrunk, and his face changed a bit.
After a while, he pursed his thin lips, collected the emotions that were churning in his heart, and opened his mouth with a complex expression to inquire, “How long have you been standing here?”
Christine White didn’t respond, but just stood behind the floor-to-ceiling window with her head down, sobbing in a small voice that made it impossible to see the expression on her face, but the sadness that radiated around her was so heartbreaking.
Baird Lane sighed weakly and inaccessibly, “You heard it all?”