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RANSOM
Lubbock, Texas – May 20th
I suppose my grandfather never predicted I would get the type of reaction I got from the fertility specialist in our preliminary appointment. She sat there on the other side of her desk with an expression that told me she thought I was a selfish prick. “You want a baby. And you want me and this young woman to make that happen for you, Mr. Whitaker?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I shifted in my seat as she made me pretty damn uncomfortable.
Doctor Larson’s attention then went to Aspen. “And you want to do this for him?” She narrowed her eyes at Aspen. “How much is he paying you to do this, Miss Dell?”
Aspen and I had discussed this on the ride over. I thought it might be construed as financial bribery if we came clean about the money I’d given her and would keep o
