He had wanted three, she had planned for two.
Nothing had gone as expected, nothing had fit her plan. How naive she had been thinking she could just plan a conception, schedule a pregnancy around sports so her career wouldn’t flounder. She had pitied women who had given themselves up for infants and diapers, but it had taken more than two years for that positive, and she felt ready to barter away anything for two pink lines.
Dr. Morgan had checked them both, and found that it was her. It wasn’t impossible as they would eventually realize, but it wouldn’t be easy. Elise should relinquish any thought of planning a due date, she had suggested gently.
When the pregnancy tests kept showing up negative, Peter eventually suggested they just try for one or maybe they’d be the type of couple to travel the world. He began to paint visuals of this future with only one child or none, a master painter on the canvas, he couldn’t hide his pain from Elise.
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