The Book Keeper (32 page)

‘But, I recall you asking Georgia to marry you Ethan, why, if that is how you  feel about procreation?’ I asked, confused by his explanation previously.
He breathed out deeply.

‘I fell in love with her.  I felt a connection with her.  I felt a longing to be with her.  I thought that she would make me feel whole, to place that missing piece of my heart where it should belong.  But we were not meant to be.  She is yours Cohen.  She is unable to love anyone other than you.  I asked her to marry me because I thought that I was going to lose her.  Panic persuaded me to ask for her hand in marriage.  She now understands this.  And I am at peace with it all,’ he explained.

I nodded my head.  He was right. 

‘When you do meet your soul mate Ethan, and you want to have a child with the woman that you adore and cherish, and want to make your family complete with children, I will donate my sperm to you.  We are one and the same brother,’ I declared.

Ethan clasped his hands in front of her face as I would do.  He nodded his head.

‘Thank-you.  That means the world to me. 
I will consider it when the time is right, and discuss it if I meet the woman of my dreams.
All things are possible Cohen.’

It was interesting where our conversations led us.  I certainly did not expect to enter into such deep philosophical meanderings.  I expected more day to day off the cuff conversation where we talked about our similarities and differences.  Or perhaps his childhood compared to mine.  But it was better not to venture
into the past. It was better to let the past be in the past. I think that we had both decided that without consultation with each other, a silent contract between us. It was better to welcome the future into our lives with open arms, hearts and minds. 

Love never fails.

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