Mrs. Right

A Number

Jimin POV

47! The woman I had fallen head over heels in love with was 47! What the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

Addy stood up from the table, apologized yet again, and left me there. She left me there alone with my thoughts. I sat and stared at my coffee, unable to move. I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat for a little longer, then finally gathered enough motivation to stand up. I grabbed my shirt and coat and headed for the door when I stopped for a moment, my hand on the doorknob.

I didn't want to leave. My head told me I needed to move on, but my heart stopped me in my tracks. I was still in love with her. Nothing had changed other than the fact that she was older than I thought she was--a lot older. She never lied about her age, though. She always said she was older, which was a given. Come to think of it, she even expressed concern about her age the first time we kissed.

I thought back to her words:

"I tried to tell myself it was just a silly infatuation. I mean, there's no way you would ever be interested in a woman my age. But tonight you kissed me . . ."

Fuck. What the hell was I going to do? I knew that sometime in the future, I wanted to be a father. She couldn't give me children.

Wait . . . Addy never said she wouldn't have children. She said she was too old--she either couldn't or shouldn't have children because of her age. Those are two completely different things. If she was 20 years younger and we found out after marrying that she couldn't have children, would I leave her like I am considering doing now? Hell, no!

I thought back on my friend Soo telling me about how his older sister and her husband were struggling to get pregnant. They decided to use a surrogate. Such things were rare here, but they did happen. I decided I needed to find out if she would ever be interested in raising children with me despite her age. Considering how I felt about her, I wasn't sure if it mattered, but I still needed to know. I walked to her bedroom and knocked on her door. "Addy?"

She cracked her door open and looked up at me, tears in her eyes.

"Yes?"

"I need to know, Addy. I understand you are saying that you are too old, but does that mean you are no longer interested in raising children, too?"

She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at me confused.

"What are you asking?"

"I'm asking, if the opportunity arises sometime in the future for us to raise a child--a child that is not biologically yours, would you be interested?"

She looked at me, stunned. "Jimin, did I ever tell you about the cousins on my mother's side?"

"No, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"My mom was the only one who was able to have children. All of her siblings ended up having to adopt. In fact, one of my cousins was adopted from South Korea." She paused and smiled softly, wiping the tears from her face. "And you know what, Jimin? I love them just as much as if I shared the same DNA with them. Plus, I love children."

I pushed her door the rest of the way open, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her softly on the forehead. "That's all I needed to hear." I then took her hand and led her to her bed. We fell asleep in each other's arms.