Laura
I had prepared myself for a lot of things when I walked into my doctor’s office.
Pregnancy was not one of them.
I’d spent the entire drive rehearsing how I was going to explain that we’d been trying for months without sounding like the woman who had once put a heart on her husband’s calendar to announce she was ovulating. I’d stopped tracking after Stephen and I agreed we were turning s*x into a science experiment, but stopping the apps hadn’t stopped the little voice in my head from counting anyway.
Austin had happened without effort. Without planning, actually. One minute I’d thought I had a kidney stone, and the next I’d found out Stephen Case had apparently gotten me pregnant while neither of us was paying attention.
This time, we wanted a baby.
And nothing was happening.
