Page 105 of Clear Shot
“Yes.”
“And he’s not happy.”
Well, in for a penny…
“He doesn’t believe it’s his.”
Remy makes the weirdest face, scrunching his nose and squinting his eyes. “Wha—for real? What the hell is wrong with him?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Well, I don’t have anywhere else to be and your flight isn’t until tomorrow, right?”
“Yes.”
“If nothing else, maybe getting some perspective from an outsider, someone who isn’t your bestie or a blood relative, will shed some light on things.”
I highly doubt it.
But I did trust him with my life once.
And maybe his perspective will give me something to hang on to.
God knows, I have nothing else.
Chapter 36
Aiden
“…thereis a remote possibility that the cut vas deferens reattached on their own. When this happens, the cut ends of your tubes find their way back to each other and fuse. Then, small channels form in the scar tissue, allowing sperm to wiggle through. And that appears to be what happened with you…”
The urologist’s words echo through my mind on replay.
Small channels form in the scar tissue, allowing sperm to wiggle through.
Holy mother of God, what have I done?
I’ve been staring at the ceiling all night, lamenting my bad luck, bad choices, and bad karma.
Some bullshit called the vas deferens re-fucking-attached.
It happens in like two out of every thousand vasectomies.
And it happened to me.
Since I’ve always been cautious about diseases, I’ve used condoms religiously since the procedure so I wouldn’t have known any different.
Until Hana.
Because she trusted me.
And I trusted her.
Somewhere in the middle of falling in love, buying a new house, a hurricane, and mind-blowing sex, things got turned inside out and upside down.
Deep down, I know I fucked up.
I always knew.
