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“My, you’re eager. Aren’t you going to ask my name first?” “Nah. Already know it.” With a perfect, wide grin, Emmett Brodie deposits his phone into my hand. It’s opened to the New Contact page, except the name field has already been filled out. Mrs. Brodie.
Diminished ovarian reserve.
Three-carat emerald-cut diamond with a hidden halo and pear-shaped accent stones set on white gold.
“I’m going to love you, even on our hardest days.” And I feel my body warm from the inside out, like my heart is smiling.
“Yeah!” Abel screams, jumping up and down at my side. He’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in his custom embroidered denim jacket, Brodie on his back, above Emmett’s number. “And my Emmett, he-he … he likes steak and mashed taters!”
“Phone call!” Abel finishes for me, slapping his teensy hands on the plexiglass, grinning up at me. “So close, buddy. So close. Just a call.” Fucking call was what I was gonna say, but it is what it is. “Oh. Hey, ref! Wanna borrow my Cara’s phone? You can finally make a call!” I grin, holding my fist up to Abel, winking when he knocks it with his. “Nailed it.”
“Yeah, because I’m almost four.” He holds up four fingers, then shrugs. “I guess I will not need you to take me potty anymore when I is four.” He steps forward, hand on my arm. “But don’t be sad, ’kay? I still need you for other stuff. I just need some privacy, ’cause I is a big boy now. That’s all.”
“Mhmm. And maybe it’s that type of unhinged behavior from adults that requires the school to put rules like these in place.”
