I know what she’s about to say and offer because she’s my best friend, my other half, and we look at each other with reddening eyes. Emotion surging like a tidal wave come to carry us to shore—years and minutes and moments washing down my body. And something else. Something that transcends time. A love that understands without sound or reason. And I feel one of the purest acts of love when Jane tells us, “I can carry your baby for you. I’d love to be your surrogate if you’d want that.”
