Levi
Hope and I have only ever argued about one thing. Children. Not about if WE were going to have them, only if SHE was going to have them. I’ve always felt strongly that any child of hers would be perfect. She’s always worried that any child of hers would be different and therefore suffer the way she has.
When I park the car, I feel like every good thing that happened this weekend has been ruined. Hope reaches for the door, but I take her arm, stopping her.
“I love you, Hope. That hasn’t changed. I don’t like this. I don’t like hiding my mate from the world. But I’ll respect your wishes. However, you should know that I will travel to every continent, every island, every possible place in this world if it means getting the answer we need about having children.”
“Levi, you should just
