“I do.” Lexi exchanged glances with Wills’s cousin. “In vitro. I have contacts.”
“How…?”
“That’s not important. What is important is that I can make an appointment for you and Cat to see a genetic counselor, and if everything is okay—”
“Which it should be,” Cathy grinned, “since both sides of the family are disgustingly healthy.”
“There you go, Will. If you want to go this route, you and Cat can make a baby.” Lexi sent an innocent look around the table. “Using strictly scientific methods.”
I could picture Wills cradling a son in his arms, singing him lullabies, letting him hold his fingers as he learned to walk. But could his cousin be that altruistic?
“Why would you do this, Cathy?” I asked.
“Will was always my favorite cousin. I hate what our grandparents have done to him.”
“So you want to make it up to him?”
“You could say that.”
“This baby would be part yours. What would happen if you came back from Italy and decided you wanted him?”