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immensely come straight to the hospital. We got the OK for any other extracurricular bedroom activities (yes!) and they sent us on our way.
    As the nurse wheeled Molly out to the car, Trey stopped and held me back a few feet.
    “Don’t hurt her, man. That is a wonderful woman you have. Do your best to keep her around.” He smiled and gave me one of those half body man hugs. I was appreciative that someone else was looking out for Molly, even if it was her excessively feminine man nurse.
    The whole drive home she was quiet. We had so much we still needed to talk about, but right now I’m happy we are together. I know she is hurting. I know she blames herself for what happened. It all stems from the trauma her body took five years ago, though. The doctor said that her past of having so much damage done to her productive organs was one of the main reasons the tubal happened the way it did. She didn’t give us much of an outlook of ever having our own kids, but she said there are always miracles. That thought made me laugh. I didn’t believe in that type of bullshit. Science was science. If multiple doctors now have told Molly she doesn’t have a chance to have her own kids, then that’s what I plan to believe. It doesn’t make me happy, but I don’t have any other option. Adoption is always an option, and I’m ok with that. We pulled in the driveway and I shut the car off. Helping her out of the car, we went inside and she sat down on the couch. The tears had been welling up in her eyes, but had yet to spill over. Until now.
    “God Tatum. I’m so sorry. So so sorry.” She wept as she sat there on the huge couch. I sat next to her and wrapped my arm around her.
    “Baby no. None of this is your fault. You cannot blame yourself for any of this Molly.”
    “I know that, but it doesn’t help. I failed you. I made you think you were getting a family, and now we know that’ll never happen. Ever. You heard them!”
    I tried my best to calm her, but it wasn’t helping. She cried her eyes out until she fell asleep curled into me on the sofa. She felt so damn good against me that I closed my eyes and drifted off next to her.
    ***
                  When I woke up the sun was just setting through the dining room window, casting light across the house and on to Molly’s face as she slept next to me. She was so beautiful. How was I ever going to make her understand that I didn’t care if she could never carry a baby? There were other ways to have a family. I started forming a plan in my head. I needed a big gesture, something to show her how serious about us I really was.
    Molly started stirring next to me as I sat there planning my surprise in my head. I needed my phone to make some arrangements but it was under her in my left pocket so that would have to wait.  She sat up and rubbed her face with her hands before looking over at me.
                  “Sorry for falling asleep. God how long was I out?”
                  “Babe you need to stop apologizing for stupid shit. I love that you fell asleep on me…I actually took a nap too. By the time it looks like we were out for a few hours.” I said, rubbing her arm, unable to keep my hands off her.
                  She smiled at me and stood up carefully. I watched her walk to the kitchen to start the water for tea, then headed into the bathroom. She was so quiet. I know she has a ton of thoughts running through her mind, I just wish she would open up to me. Fuck, I still need to tell her about the blanket, and Rob, and that whole mess. Luckily there is no way she’ll be doing the wedding this weekend after what she just went through, so at least that hurdle has been covered.

24-           Molly
    It’s Easter Sunday. I haven’t went to church for five years, ever since my life took it’s dramatic turn I have shied away from religious gatherings. I’m not saying I don’t believe in God, but we just aren’t