“He’s perfect.” I nod in agreement and then hold my hand out for the surgeon. “Thank you, Doctor.”
The man’s chest puffs out and he shakes my hand. “Of course. The nurses will be in and out to talk with you about his care, but he’ll be drowsy for a few more hours. Rest up, eat, relax. Your boy is fine.”
The doctor leaves, but his voice echoes in my head.
My heart swells with pride, and f**k if I’m not turning into a sap.
The woman responsible for my transition sniffles at my side. I turn just as she swipes at her eyes and darts into the en-suite bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”
I follow behind her and knock on the door. “Piper.”
“Just a second!” She tries to sound cheery, but I can hear the tears in her voice.
She clears her throat. “Just a second. I’ll be out in—”
“Open the f*****g
