Be My Shelter (Book II)

Chapter 29

“Infertile?”  I asked in shock, a pang of sadness hitting me.  She wanted a baby so bad.

“Oh sweetie.” Mom whispered, standing up and kneeling in front of Alexis who had her face buried in her hands, her body shaking as she cried.  Gavin gently pushed her into a standing position and he did the same, taking her by the hand and leading her outside.

“Well…that was unexpected.”  Mom said, sitting back in the chair.

“Poor Alexis.”  I whispered.

“Poor Gavin.  Just the other day he was telling me that he was starting to like the idea of a baby.”  Ethan said and I gasped. 

“He was?  I feel so bad for them.” I said

*

“Hey, Iz.” I said when she woke up.  She had gotten out of surgery a few hours ago and just woke up.

“Hi.” She croaked.

“How’re you feeling?” I asked softly, sitting on her bed.

“Tired, and my throat hurts.”

“I know, sweetie.  Try not to talk so much.”  I said and she nodded, closing her eyes and falling asleep again.

*

“Reagan! Thank God you’re home!” Nolan greeted me with a bone crushing hug.

“You’re acting as if you haven’t seen me in days, not hours.” I chuckled.

“That child…I don’t know how you do it.”  He muttered.  “How’s Izzy?”

“She’s home.  Dad said she’d be sleeping a lot, and that I should make sure you’re not dead.”  I smirked.  “Where’s Bray?”

“Sleeping. Finally.” He sighed.

“Alexis and Gavin got their fertility tests back.” I said, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Good news?”

I shook my head. “She’s infertile.”

“That’s terrible.”  He said, sitting next to me.  “How’s she taking it?”

“She’s really broken up over it.”

“That’s terrible.” He repeated and we heard Brayden crying. “Not again!”

“Relax, Nolan.” I chuckled. “I’ll go get him.”

“Thank you!”

I laughed as I walked into Bray’s room. “Hey Bray!” I said brightly and was answered by his babbles.  “Daddy says you cried a lot.” I told him as I lifted him out of his crib.

“Ba Ba Ga Ga BA!” He babbled and I smiled at him.

“Let’s go see daddy.” I sang, walking downstairs.  “There he is!” I said happily.

“He’s in a much better mood.”  Nolan grumbled.

“Oh cheer up, grumpy.” I rolled my eyes.  “Aw shoot.  I forgot his blanket upstairs.  Can you go get it for me?” I asked.

“Which one?” Nolan asked, hopping up from the chair.

“The one with the farm animals.” 

“I’ll be back.” He said in an awful Arnold Schwarzenegger accent before disappearing upstairs.

“That’s a terrible accent.” I yelled after him.

“You know you love it!”  He yelled back.