little things we hoped to experience someday.
But month after month passed without a pregnancy.
Each negative test hurt more than the last.
Eventually, I stopped letting myself get excited whenever my period was late because disappointment had become too familiar.
Then one morning, everything changed.
I took another test without telling Ethan.
Two lines appeared.
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I stared at them until my vision blurred with tears.
Ethan found me sitting on the bathroom floor.
For one frightening second, he thought something terrible had happened.
Then I silently held up the test.
His eyes widened.
“No.”
I laughed through my tears.
“Yes.”
He immediately dropped to his knees beside me.
And then he started crying too.
From that moment on, Ethan seemed happier than I had ever known him to be.
Every evening, he placed his hand against my stomach and waited patiently for the baby to move.
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