Aida

"I know you want to see him now, but maybe we should just take a break, work out where to start," Arge says, trying to calm my nerves.

I get where he’s coming from, but I’ve waited too long. Seventeen years too long. And now it's time for this man, my sperm donor, to answer for his growing list of indiscretions.

My gorgeous, ever patient mate stops walking and turns me to face him, a hand on each of my shoulders, his forehead resting on mine. I close my eyes and breathe him in. His intoxicatingly sweet scent. It takes me right back to the cafe of the institution....