The party was at Luigiโs, under the stars. We had the entire outdoor patio of Sloan and Brandonโs favorite Italian restaurant for our night of activities. First weโd do dinner followed by a few hours of stuffing wedding invites into envelopes and putting together the favorsโa hundred and fifty small jasmine-scented votive candles. Each one needed a label, a box, tissue paper, a hangtag, and a ribbon.
The caprese salad, chicken marsala, and penne pasta were served buffet style beneath a white lattice dripping with grapevines and fairy lights. Frank Sinatra crooned over the speakers.
The whole thing wasย soย Sloan. She was doing her Pinterest obsession proud.
We were all seated at a long wooden farm table with fresh flowers and flickering votive candles every few feet. Sloan and Brandonโs mom and his sister, Claudia, took the end of the table. Sloanโs cousin Hannah got stuck next to Shawn, where heโd probably hit on her the whole night. Josh sat by Brandon, and I ended up next to Sloan, across from the two of them.
It was a perfect March night. The air was fragrant and warm.
And the spot on my neck where Joshโs fingers touched meโthat was still warm too.
God, he looked incredible tonight. It took everything in me not to stare at him. The second I saw him, I think an entire ovary detached and floated down into my useless uterus to wait.
I was done lying to myself. Over the last week Iโd come to terms with the fact that I was more attracted to Josh than I was to Tyler. By a landslide. By a tsunami. And that was saying a lot because Tyler and I didnโt exactly lack chemistry.
And it wasnโt just Joshโs body. It wasย him. There wasnโt anything about him I didnโt like. I wished there were.
He was easygoing and funny. My moods didnโt scare him. He just kind of shrugged them off. He was down for anything. We hated all the same stuffโartsy indie movies with endings that didnโt have any closure, pineapple on pizza, daylight savings time. Sometimes he said something right as I was going to say it, like our brains worked on the same wavelength.
Every day I searched for some fatal flaw so I could stop having these feelings. Sometimes I purposely grilled him on things, just to see if his answers would irritate me.
It never worked.
I felt good today. I wasnโt cramping or bleeding for once. My nineteen- day period was finally gone, and Iโd spent the afternoon getting waxed and polished at the salon. I did it because I knew I was going to this thing with Josh tonight. I was supposed to be dressed up, and for once looking half- decent wouldnโt betray my feelings for him. I wanted him to think I was beautiful, just one time.
Even if I was just teasing him, just to see if I could.
Josh and Brandon were deep in conversation across the table, going on about duck hunting, and Sloan leaned in and whispered over her tiramisu. โJosh has been looking at you all night.โ
I picked up my sangria and took a sip. As if he intended to prove her claims, Josh glanced at me and smiled.
If I was a woman who blushed, I would have.
I hadnโt talked to Tyler in days. Heโd called yesterday and I didnโt answer because I was watchingย Casinoย with Josh and didnโt want to stop hanging out with him to talk to the man Iย shouldย be talking to.
It was shameful.
But I only had two more days until Tyler came home. That was it. And then Josh would vanish back into the garage. An imaginary clock had been ticking in my mind for days, and I was panicking again that Tyler was
moving in. Only this time it had more to do with losing Josh than worrying Tyler and I wouldnโt work out.
I nudged Sloan. โBathroom.โ I slid my chair out and set down my wineglass. Sloan got up and followed, the red petticoat swishing under her polka-dot dress.
Once in the safety of the ladiesโ room, she cornered me in front of the sink, grinning. โThat guy is so into you.โ
Her pause dared me to deny it. Maybe heย wasย a little into me. It didnโt matter though.
Unchallenged, she went on, her eyes twinkling. โAnd you know what else? Brandon wonโt talk about it. You know what that means? It means Josh is saying stuff to him that he doesnโt want to tell me.โ She looked positively thrilled at this bit of information.
I couldnโt look her in the eye. I stared at the colorful collection of tattoos on her arm. โI like him, Sloan. Like, a lot. I havenโt felt this way in a really long time.โย Maybe ever.ย I glanced back to her.
She broke into one of her dazzling beauty-queen smiles. โAre you going to break up with Tyler?โ
And there it was.
I shook my head. โNo. Josh and I are never going to be a thing.โ
She wrinkled her brow. โWhy not? It would be awesome. Me and Brandon, you and Josh. The Ramirezes and Copelands could buy houses next door to each other, raise our kids togetherโฆโ
I scoffed. โWell, that escalated quickly.โ
As if I hadnโt thought about how easy it would be. How perfect. But it was impossible because I was no different than his last girlfriend.
I needed to tell her. I couldnโt keep this from her anymore. Not now that Josh played into it.
I should have told her weeks ago, but Sloan couldnโt compartmentalize like I could. It would upset her. I mean, it upset me too, but I was able to accept it as one of the shitty things that happens in life that you canโt change, and go on with my day. But I couldnโt explain why I couldnโt be with Josh without coming clean. And I really needed to be able to talk to her about this.
โSloan, thereโs something I need to tell you.โ
Her beautiful expression fell. She knew my tone. She knew this was bad.
I tucked my hair behind my ear. โYou know Iโve had to give up a lot because of my periods.โ
She knew. Weโd been friends since the sixth grade. She was well aware of my three-week-long menstruation nightmares. I got an ulcer junior year from taking too much ibuprofen for the pain. Iโd missed prom because my cramps were so bad I couldnโt even stand up. Sheโd driven me to the ER more times than I could count.
โI didnโt want to drop this on you before the wedding, and Iโm sorry if it messes with you.โ
I rallied myself to just say it, to tell her what Iโd been dealing with for the last six weeks on my own.
โIโm having a hysterectomy.โ
Sloanโs face broke instantly. Her hand flew to her mouth. โWhat?โ
Iโd finally gone for the nuclear option. I was done hemorrhaging for weeks at a time, suffering needlessly, not living my life. Enough was enough.
โThey donโt normally recommend one for women my age. Itโs elective. But the fibroids are severe and affecting my quality of life. The chance Iโll ever be able to actually carry a baby is almost nonexistent.โ
โHow did it get so bad?โ she asked, almost in a whisper. โSloan, itโsย alwaysย been this bad.โ
She looked away from me, her eyes searching the floor. โOh my God, Kristen. Oh my God. Why didnโt you tell me? IโฆI would have gone with you to the doctor. I would haveโฆโ Then her mouth opened and her eyes came back up. โYouโll never have a baby,โ she breathed.
I shrugged. โIโd never have one anyway.โ
She looked stricken. โBut there is a chance youย couldย get pregnant someday, right? Even if itโs a small one, thereโs still the chance. If you do thisโโ
โSloan, my uterus is a wasteland. It always has been. Itโs been one thing after another since my very first period, and now itโs a fibroid-riddled holocaust too. I have the womb of a fifty-year-old and Iโve tried everything
โyou know I have. I spent the better part of the last six months bleeding myself into anemia again. The IUD I got as a last resort hasnโt done a thing. I still have bleeding and cramps almost all the time. The birth control pills that were supposed to help made the tumors get bigger. Thatโs it. Iโm out of
options.โ
The defeat moved across her face as the reality of what I was saying settled in. This wasnโt some spontaneous thing Iโd decided to do on a whim, and she knew it. Iโd weighed my options. Iโd seen multiple specialists. Iโd read the โgrieving my uterusโ brochures. Iโd talked with other women who were having the same issues and had gone through it.
โIโm not going to get better, Sloan.โ
I looked down at my stomach and smoothed my dress over the small, firm, distended mound that was my abdomen. I looked three months pregnant. That had been the final straw. The thing that tipped the scales. The tumors had begun to distend my uterus.
Google searches had shown me women with my condition with stomachs so full of growths they looked six months pregnant. That was it for me. The final insult to my injury. I couldnโt let this continue until it got that bad. Iโd given up enough dignity already.
โThe doctor said they could get so big theyโd make it hard to breathe.
Push my other organs around. Look. Look at my stomach, Sloan.โ
She stared at the triangle between my fingers. โWhen?โ Her brown eyes blinked back tears.
โApril. I scheduled it for the Thursday after your wedding. Iโll still have my ovaries so I donโt go into menopause. I can do a surrogate pregnancy if I can ever afford it. So thereโs that.โ
She sniffled. โIโd carry a baby for you.โ โAnd you think Brandon would go for that?โ
She pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and pressed it under her eyes. โIโm sure heโd be okay with it.โ
I doubted that. Brandon was a good guy, but I didnโt picture him being cool with his wife carrying another manโs baby or loaning her body to something so serious for so long. It wasnโt entirely her choice to make.
Iโd already looked into it. It was no small thing in gesture, cost, or practice.
A professional surrogate would run me around fifteen to twenty thousand dollars and the in vitro another twelve grand. The success rate for IVF was only 40 percent, and my insurance wouldnโt cover a dime. So basically, barring a lottery win and a lot of luck, my rust bucket of a womb was going to leave me barren and childless. Iโd probably end up being that
crazy aunt who wore veiled hats and smelled like mothballs with ten small dogs.
I smiled at Sloan, even though I knew it didnโt reach my eyes. โWell, letโs cross that bridge when we come to it. Tyler doesnโt even want kids. But I appreciate the offer.โ
โTyler doesnโt want kids?โ she asked, furrowing her brow. I shook my head.
She blinked at me. โAre you serious? Why are you with him, then? You want kids, Kristen.โ
I looked away from her. โKristen!โ
โSloan, stop.โ
โWhat the hell are you doing? Why are you settling?โ
The bathroom door opened, and some lady came in. She smiled at us, and Sloan and I stood there awkwardly while she went into a stall.
โIโm not settling, Sloan,โ I whispered. โThe man is a ten. Heโs driven and ambitious. Heโs smart. He makes good money. We have things in common. And letโs be honest hereโI have to choose a man that doesnโt want kids. Thatโs just the reality of my situation. Josh wants kids. He broke up with Celeste because she didnโt want them. And in the best possible case, if all the stars align, maybe I might haveย one. One baby, if Iโm rich and lucky. Tyler and I are just more compatible.โ
She stared at me. โOh my God, youโre doing the thing. The spreadsheet thing that youย alwaysย do. You donโt pick a boyfriend like you pick what car to buy, Kristen.โ She crossed her arms. โYou donโt love Tyler, do you?โ she hissed quietly. โYouโre not even remotely in love with that man. I knew it. I knew it when I saw you guys together the last time he came out.โ
โIย doย love him,โ I insisted.
Was it some head-over-heels, sappy Sloan-and-Brandon thing? No. Was it what I felt brewing for Josh? Definitely not. But it was love. It felt a little faded at the moment, sure. But thatโs because heโd been gone so long. It would come back into focus. It always did. I was mostly sure.
She shook her head. โLove is not a checklist of pros versus cons. Itโs a
feeling. What are you doing, Kristen?โ
What I was doing was being smart. Tyler made sense for me. He was the path of least resistance. He was exactly the kind of man I needed.
โAnd what if Iย amย being a little rational about Tyler? More peopleย shouldย be rational about their relationships. If they were, we wouldnโt have so many single moms with deadbeat baby daddies and cheating spouses who destroy their families. What the hell is wrong with being practical and looking at things logically?โ
โBreak up with him.โ She pressed her mouth into a line. โBreak up with him before he moves in.โ
The woman came out of the stall, washed her hands, and Sloan and I stood glaring at each other in silence. The lady tore off a towel, dried her hands, and left.
โWhy?โ I asked once the door was closed. โWhat is the point in breaking off a perfectly good relationship with a decent man I care about whose lifestyle fits my own?โ
โUh, happiness? So you can maybe have a shot with Josh? Or someone like him who wants kids? How can you act like this isnโt something you want?โ
โWhoย caresย if itโs something I want?โ I threw up my hands. โItโs completely irrelevant. I canโt have it.โ
She glared at me.
โSo I move on Josh. And then what? We fall in love? Why? So he can maybe decide to settle? So he can date me for a few years until he feels resentful enough to leave me? After wasting a few good years when he could be with someone who can give him a family? Or worse, he stays and always wonders what if? Gives up on what he wants? Thatโs assuming heโd even look at me twice after he finds out I donโt have a fucking uterus.โ
She shook her head. โAt least give him the chance to make the decision himself. What if heโs okay with adopting?โ
I blew out a slow breath. โHeย didย make the decision, with the last one, who he loved and was already living with. And that man doesnโt want to adoptโhe wants his own kids. Iย asked.โ
โOkay, well maybe youย canย get pregnant. Youโve never tried. You canโt know if you donโt try, and you canโt try if you donโt have a uterus,โ she snapped.
I cocked my head. โI never used protection with Tyler. Notย once. Not with any of my serious boyfriends going back to junior year. Iโve been playing baby Russian roulette for eight years, and I donโt see any kids
running around.โ I threw my arms out and looked around the bathroom. โAnd itโs worse than itโsย everย been.โ
The puff of air she let out told me she knew she was losing the argument. โJustโฆhave an honest conversation with Josh. Maybeโโ
โNo.โ For the first time since weโd started talking about it, anger bubbled inside of me. โDo you think discussing my deficiencies as a woman with a man that Iโm half in love with is something I want to put myself through?โ
My voice cracked at my admission, and I needed a moment to regain my composure. I bit my lips together until the tightness in my throat went away. โWhy would I tell him, Sloan? To humiliate myself? To have him look at me with pity? Or worse, to get rejected? Thereโs not going to be any rejection, because I wonโt be making an offer. Thereโs no point. Iโd like to
spare myself this one indignity, if thatโs okay with you.โ
We stood in silenceโher looking wounded and me trying to understand why something so rational felt so shitty.
I let out a long breath. โDo I have feelings for Josh? Yeah. I do, okay? Heโs fucking wonderful and I fucking hate that I canโt pursue it. But Iย canโt. I can never guarantee that I can give him kids. In fact, I can almost guarantee that Iย canโt. I know how this goes and Iโm not going there.โ
My pause let the words settle. When I continued speaking, my voice had gone so weary I didnโt even recognize it as my own. โThis isnโt a man who wants one or two kids, Sloan. He came from a huge family. You know what he told me the other day?โ Bitterness rose in my chest. โHe said he wants a whole baseball team of kids. Itโs all he wants. And itโs the one thing I canโt give him. Not really. Not in any way thatโs close to what he has planned for himself.โ
I bit the inside of my cheek until it hurt and I looked away from her. โHe couldnโt sit with me in the bathroom and watch the little pink line show up on the stick or put his hand to my belly and feel his baby kicking. He wouldnโt be able to come with me to ultrasounds or hold my hand while I push. This is a man who wants to be a daddy, Sloan. And Iโm never going to be a mommy. It just is what it is.โ
Her bottom lip trembled and she looked like she might start sobbing.
Sloan was always the emotional one. This was why I didnโt want to tell her about it. Now it was going to cast a shadow on what should have been a carefree time for her before her wedding. I should have never said anything.
It was selfish of me.
I sighed. โSloan, youโre a romantic. You have some vision in your head of us being pregnant together and the four of us going on vacations and pushing jogging strollers around the block. Youโll just have to adjust.โ
She swiped at her eyes with her thumb. โI hate this. I hate that you have to give up so much.โ
โIโm not. Donโt think about what Iโm giving up. Think about what Iโm gettingย back. The thought of never having to have another period for the rest of my life makes me want to fucking cry from happiness. Iโm so ready to be done.โ
She looked so miserable youโd thinkย sheย was having the hysterectomy. I hated it and I loved her for it.
I put my hands on her arms. โYou know what I really need? I just need you to listen and support me. Thatโs it. Tell me you can do that.โ
Please. Be my friend. I need you.
She nodded, closed the space between us, and hugged me. The familiar smell of her honeysuckle perfumeโof my best friendโgrounded me, and I realized how hard it had been not being able to talk to her about it, or tell her how Josh made me feel.
โSloan?โ I said after a moment, my chin over her shoulder. โYeah?โ
โI TPโd your house with Josh.โ She sniffled. โI know.โ
I laughed a little and squeezed my eyes shut.
โThe Josh thing would have been so cool,โ she whispered into my ear.
Itย wouldย have been cool. But men like Josh werenโt for me anymore. Theyโd never be for me again. Men who wanted pregnant wives and big families, sons that looked like their dadsโthese men werenโt the ones I could choose from. I could have Tylers. I could have more dogs. A bigger career without kids to distract me. I could have more disposable income and a clean house without crayon on the walls and dirty diapers to change. I could be the cool aunt.
But I couldnโt have children.
And I could never, ever, have Josh.