Making Friends...

Chapter twenty, Sometimes Things Just Dont Work Out The Way We Planed.

(Five years later)

"I'm sorry but the fertilization didn't work" the nurse, Nurse Julie, says to us over the phone.

"What do you mean it didn't work?! We've tried three times, it was supposed to work this time!" Noah shouts at the phone, angry.

I shake my head at my husbands antics and sigh.

"Alright, thank you Julie, do you think there's anything else we can try?" I ask calmly as I place my hand on Noah's arm to calm him

"Yes actually, doing a fertilization with more than one sperm can cause some difficulty as we've experienced, I know you both want your genes for this child so a sister maybe? Related sister, or a cousin? Possibly someone who has previously gotten pregnant?"

I sigh again, I don't have any sisters, just Shy and she's not blood, I'm not sure if Noah wants to talk to his sister about this though, he hasn't seen her or the rest of his family in a really long time, and she might not even agree.

"Okay, thank you again, can we call you back in a few days? So we can have some time to decide and talk this out?"

"Of course, I'm really sorry"

"It's okay Julie, you can't do much, goodbye"

"Bye"

I hung up the phone and turned to Noah, he was sat on our bed with me, he had just gotten home from work, and me from practice.

"I don't have any sisters and I don't know my cousins all that well" I whispered to him, he nodded

"I-"

"We don't have to talk to her" I interrupt him

"No, I want this, we want this, I can talk to her, she messaged me about a week ago anyways asking if she could see me again, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just didn't know what to do, I haven't seen her since our wedding"

"I know, it's okay, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Positive"

"Okay, message her back then, see if she can come here tomorrow for lunch or something"

"Okay, lunch sounds good"

Noah stood up with his phone and gave me a quick kiss before stepping out into the hallway, that's when I slumped, our first three times didn't work, what's to say it will work this time? I tear fell from my eye and I wiped it away, it's stupid, why am I crying? It's not like it was a miscarriage or I was told that I can't have baby's, I just really wanted to be a dad, with Noah by my side, we were ready, and half of our hope was ripped away because of that phone call.

Noah came back into our room ten minutes later, phone up to his ear and a smile was plastered on his face while tears ran down his cheeks. He said something and handed me the phone mouthing that it was his sister wanting to talk to me.

"Hello?" I answered and she was quick to respond

"Hi Emerson, hows it been? Noah treating you alright?"

"Yeah yeah he is, it's great, we're great, how are you doing?"

"Good good, Jamie and I just celebrated our four year last night, and guess what?!" She squealed

"What?"

"He proposed to me! Oh and oh I said yes! We're going to get married!"

"Awe, congratulations Natalie! Did Noah talk to you about coming over tomorrow?"