Her bottom lip trembles before she bites down on it. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. You just have to sign on the dotted line—if this is really what you want.”
She walks over to the table and picks up the pen. Her eyes hover on me for a moment. Is that hesitation in her eyes? Fear? Doubt?
“This is a big deal, isn’t it?” she whispers.
I nod. “You have to be sure.”
She exhales and closes her eyes. I resist the urge to touch her. But all I can think is, She has to sign. I f*****g need her to sign.
Because if I don’t put a baby in this woman tonight, I’m going to go f*****g insane.
When she opens her eyes again, she looks calm. “I am sure.” She proves it by scribbling her signature confidently at the bottom of the page. “There. It’s done.”
“It’s done.”
