chapter 62

Everly A year later Zoe and I sit with Valen and Marcus as we wait for Doc to tell me how many viable eggs they were able to extract. “Man, I have never been so nervous in all my life!” I whisper to Zoe. “I know! My hands are shaking,” she whispers. “What if she says no?” Zoe worries as she bounces her son, Noah, on her lap. Macey was unable to find a surrogate or an egg donor. Zoe had come to me and told me she wanted to offer to carry a baby for Macey, yet she wasn’t sure she was comfortable carrying a baby that was biologically hers. When I had spoken with Valen and told him what Zoe wanted to do and that we just needed an egg donor, he had sighed heavily. “You want to donate your eggs?” I nodded my head. I needed his blessing because it was a big ask for him, knowing biologically the child would be mine and Tatum’s, though I wouldn’t be carrying this child, and it was just eggs I had no intention of using—this was not my child but theirs, and Zoe was the vessel. “As if I would say