Lisa's P.O. V.
"I'm sorry, Lisa. You can't have children."
I thought I had gotten bad news before. News that tore my world apart, but this..this was just bad as the day John died. My gynecologist sat behind her desk, looking at me with those pitying eyes, pushing a box of tissues my way. I didn't want to cry, but my body decided to without permission.
"You have a heart shaped womb. It will be extremely hard for you to get pregnant and if you do it would be very dangerous for the child and yourself," she further explained as I stayed quiet.
This was not the news I expected to get when I came in today. We'd done an ultrasound of my uterus a couple of months ago when I was having terrible cramps. She called me today asking to speak with me. I am kind of glad I didn't bring Davis with me. I am not sure how he would handle this news. On the other hand, now I have to be the one to tell him I can't have his kids. It felt soul crushing, and my soul's already been crushed enough.
You really hate me, don't you God?
"There are other ways to have children. You can adopt or hire a surrogate. Here are some brochures and literature on these subjects. Read through them, take your time, and let me know what you decide. There's more than one way to become a mom, Lisa," she assured me, pushing the brochures my way on her desk.
I nodded, unable to speak anymore. I grabbed them from her desk, standing to leave. There was no way I was staying a minute longer than I had to. My heart was hurting and I wanted to cry in the privacy of my home.
"It'll be okay, Lisa."
Will it be?
"Thank you doctor."
I pulled my bag over my shoulder and marched out with my head held high as if I hadn't just received some of the worst news of my life. My mind raced with thoughts of Abi how badly I wanted a little baby to hold. I wanted to feel my stomach grow, to feel their little kicks and know I was growing a life. Hell, I even wanted the dreaded morning sickness. I wanted it all, but just like that dream was cut out of my life.
There's more than one way.
I reminded myself, but my words felt hollow. They felt like things you just tell someone who's body refused to do the most natural of things. Does this make me less of a woman?
God, what will Davis say?
I had to fight back my tears hard as my thoughts continues to spiral. Every thought brought more questions, more anxiety, and depression. Life has thrown every fucking curve ball my way and I thought I was owed some happiness.
Stupid me.
Davis will be the only happiness I get in this life. The only ray of light that I will get. I am just going to have to be okay with that. Davis was an amazing man, and I must have used up all my luck, and all my miracles, to bag him.
I couldn't hold it back anymore and wept the moment I shut my car door. The car is so silent with the exception of my sobs and slapping of the steering wheel. I screamed, furious at the world, then cried some more. It wasn't until my phone rang that I collected myself. I cleared my throat, hoping to clear away the evidence of all the crying I'd done from my voice.
"Hello?" I answered a bit crackly.
"Lisa?" Davis' voice rang in my ear. I looked at my phone, seeing Jared's name on my screen. I furrowed my brow, pressing the phone back against my ear. "Hello, Lisa?"
I cleared my throat again.
"Hey, what's up? Why are you calling from Jared's phone?"
"You need to come here before I murder the kid." He sounded so serious as he spoke. "What the fuck happened?" I asked, still reeling with my frustrated emotions. "I found him kissing Izzy."
"Oh my God, Dad, it was one kiss!" I heard Izzy yell in complaint in the background. "One kiss too many!" He yelled back.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Harvard. I know you've taken great care of me. I didn't mean to dishonor your trust, it's just that-" I could hear Jared trying to explain himself.
"I don't want to hear it, kid. If I were you I'd take a step back."
I was already reversing out of my parking spot, and racing to Izzy's new house which thankfully wasn't too far from my doctor's office.
"Davis, calm down."
"I'm not going to cower away, sir," Jared answered back and I had to smirk because that was the best move he could have made right now.
Good job, Jared.
"Oh, really?" Davis asked, but I could hear him struggling to keep the anger in his tone. Jared has just impressed him.
"I'll be right there. Don't hurt anyone."
I hung up, focusing on the road as I sped through. I jumped out of my car, running inside expecting to see a fist or two flying, but when I stepped through the doorway I saw them all sitting at the table, talking. They were talking seriously. There was no laughter floating through the air, no smiles spread across their faces.
"I really like your daughter, Mr. Harvard. She's an amazing woman, and I'd really like to continue to date her if she still wants me." Jared was laying it thick with the Mr. Harvard crap, but I think Davis liked it.
"And do you Izzy? Want to date Jared?" Davis asked her with his elbows on the table and his hands clasped before his face.
"I do. He's a good guy, Dad."
"I know that, Izzy. That's the only reason he's not pinned against the wall."
I laughed then, unable to stay silent any longer. Everyone turned to look at me. It was the first time since leaving the doctor's appointment that I didn't feel like crying.
"Izzy and Jared you have our blessing, just be careful and take things slow. You guys are still young." Davis looked at me so flabbergasted that it made me smile wider. "Davis, come with me and leave these two alone. You and I both know that you like Jared. Stop being stubborn. Besides, we have something important to discuss."
Izzy smirked with her arms crossed, while Jared stared at me surprised. Davis looked like he forgot how to function as he still stared at me with his lips slightly parted in surprise.
Eventually he regained his composure, standing from his chair. He looked at Izzy and Jared for a moment.
"If I see you kiss her again before you properly start dating, I'll break your jaw. Whether I like you or not, that's my baby girl." Davis pointed at Jared menacingly before he marched his way to me.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the house.
"What was all of that? I had him scared good," Davis complained.
"I promise, he's still scared."
Davis looked at me with his arms crossed and frown on his face. He sighed as he noticed how indifferent I was about his pout.
"Okay, what did you want to talk about?" He asked, uncrossing his arms and taking my hands instead.
"Not here, at home."
I didn't want anyone to overhear, and I certainly didn't want to cry in Izzy's yard. She'd fight the doctor for giving me bad news. She'd probably even go as far as offering to get me a new womb. Funny girl, that one.
"You're worrying me," he said, furrowing his brow.
"Let's go home. I'll tell you everything."
He nodded, but his brows met in the center in concern and stayed that way as he made his way to his bike.
"I'll see you there," he told me, slipping his helmet on.
I'm sorry, Davis.