The Family They Chose / Private Partners: The Family They Chose / Private Partners. GINA WILKINS
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never go along with this plan. She felt dishonest enough even being here behind her husband’s back. But even talking about getting impregnated with a child that wouldn’t be fully, biologically, theirs and trying to pass it off as theirs … This … if she did this … well, she wouldn’t be able to look her husband in the eye, much less live with herself.
She was just about ready to say Thanks, but no thanks when Derek said, “Livie, don’t look at me like I’m a monster. The only reason I’m suggesting this is because you desperately want a child and it could very well save your troubled marriage.”
His words hit like a painful punch to the gut.
“I know it’s a lot to think about, but keep an open mind. I’m going to go ahead and relabel the eggs—they’re all from the same woman and according to the file she even has your coloring—just in case your New Year’s Eve test results don’t come back the way you’d hoped.”
As much as she hated to admit it, Derek had a point. What if the test results proved that she’d waited too long? What if using donor eggs was her only option?
Jamison would never agree to it.
But she’d already come this far.
What if what Jamison didn’t know was the only thing that could save their marriage?
She certainly had a lot to think about before she dismissed this final option.
Chapter Six
Before heading off to dinner, Jamison excused himself from the delegation of Middle Eastern dignitaries and ducked inside his office to call Olivia.
After living apart for more than two months then seeing her for two days, he didn’t think he could go four more days without her.
He missed her that much.
So when the group started making noises about staying in D.C. through the New Year, Jamison had promptly told them he’d be happy to leave them in the capable hands of his aide, Cameron McInerney, but he wouldn’t be in town.
The dignitaries protested but Jamison simply joked that if he left his wife at home alone on New Year’s Eve he’d have to spend the rest of the year making it up to her.
When the visiting sheikh shared his philosophy that women should never dictate a man’s actions—especially when it interfered with business—Jamison retorted respectfully, “Obviously, you’ve never met my wife.”
And he meant it as a sincere compliment.
It wasn’t that Jamison was heading home out of obligation. Not this time. As he’d said goodbye to Olivia earlier in the week, something had shifted. Right now, he longed to see his wife. He longed to wipe the slate clean. Longed to start off the New Year right.
With Olivia in his arms.
Somewhere recently he’d heard the idiom “a happy wife makes for a happy life.” It made so much sense. If she was happy, he wouldn’t have to worry about her seeking comfort in another man’s arms. With Olivia as his top priority all his plans would fall into place: his congressional work, his eventual bid for the White House (because what would it mean without Olivia by his side?) and their family.
He’d been thinking and, depending on how things were between them this next week, maybe they should start trying again.
That’s why he needed to call her right now.
She answered on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Liv, it’s me.”
She paused a few beats too long.
“Jamison. Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Everything’s fine. I was thinking about you and wanted to call.”
“Oh, I see. That’s very sweet.”
She sounded a little distant and formal. He wanted so badly to pull her into his arms and show her that everything was going to be okay.
“I’m also calling for another reason,” he said.
“What?” She sounded wary. “You’re not calling to tell me you can’t make it home for New Year’s Eve, are you?”
“Don’t worry,” he said, eager to put her mind at rest. “Actually, I’m calling to find out what your plans are on New Year’s Eve.”
She was silent on the other end of the line, and for a moment, he wondered if they’d lost their telephone connection.
“Olivia, are you there?”
“Yes. I’m here.” She still sounded guarded and distant. “What do you mean?”
He sat down behind his desk and picked up a photo of her. The juxtaposition of seeing her beautiful face smiling at him from the frame and hearing her sound so remote on the line made his heart ache.
“I’m calling to ask you out on a date. This is my feeble attempt at being romantic.” He chuckled, then his voice got serious. “After being apart for so long, I didn’t want to be presumptuous and assume you’d be waiting for me.”
“Thank you, Jamison. But of course, I wouldn’t make plans without you.”
Her saying that made him smile.
“I’ll be home late afternoon and we can do whatever you want. We can go out and paint the town or we can order in and have a nice quiet evening alone together.” He hesitated. “Maybe we could spend the whole night in bed and start talking about … babies?”
“Oh, Jamison.” Her voice caught on his name. “As long as we’re together. That’s all that matters.”
He let out a breath of relief. Now that the world had finally righted itself again, it almost felt as if it could start spinning in the right direction.
“Even though Christmas didn’t go as planned, seeing you again after being apart for so long made me realize how much I love you. It also made me realize that even though I couldn’t admit it to myself until now, I’ve been afraid to start our family. Growing up in a broken home—knowing how my father’s leaving affected my mother and brothers, seeing what the hormones did to you, what the experience did to us, I guess I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was. But knowing how important having a baby is to you … Let’s just not let it change us, okay?”
Olivia held the phone for a moment, although their call had ended, using it as a touchstone. In the span of mere seconds, she’d gone from being petrified that Jamison was calling to cancel their plans yet again to through-the-ceiling joy after hearing Jamison say he was ready to start trying for a baby again. That bipolar moment had finally evened out, settling somewhere in the middle, tempered by the guilty secret she was keeping from her husband. The only way she could fix this was to tell him that she’d already started seeing the doctor again without him.
But she couldn’t tell him just yet.
Not when he’d just come around. After fearing a baby would change their relationship, he’d need more time for the baby idea to gel before she told him the truth—that she’d moved forward without him.
Not to mention that, first, she needed to hear her final prognosis.
The next day, Jamison didn’t pick up the call from Cameron. He let it go to voice mail along with the other two-dozen voice mails McInerney had left that day. It was their routine, of sorts. Anything that could wait went to voice mail to be checked at designated times during the day. But when something needed urgent attention, Cameron followed up with a 911 text.
The 911 came in at 2:22, the afternoon after he’d talked to Olivia to make plans for New Year’s Eve. The text read: Have received the background check on Dr. Chance Demetrios. Results require your immediate attention.
Chance Demetrios?
He’d