Indi was wearing only a sports bra and shorts and her excessively ample cleavage was spilling out of the tight black fabric.
And underneath her bouncing breasts was a round, perky. . .
. . .baby bump.
CHAPTER 2
Indi
1year earlier
Tears hovered on my eyelashes as I pulled into the driveway.
I was supposed to work for another couple of hours at my job as a massage therapist, but my boss Burton had let me leave early today.
And I hadswornto myself I wasn’t going to test at work.
It always fucked me up, ruined the rest of my day so I couldn’t concentrate on anything.
But I’d been so hopeful. At lunch, Burton’s Philly cheese steak sandwich had made me feel a little nauseated, and my breasts were achy and sensitive.
But when I looked at the test on the bathroom counter it was the exact same result as every month forthe last three yearswe had been trying to have a baby.
One line.
One stupid line and the rest of the test was plain as fuck, totally blank without even a hint of pinkish color. Not even a ghost of a line.
The gears in my brain instantly starting whirring with desperation.
Maybe it was a faulty test.
Maybe it was anoldtest.
A bad batch.
Maybe if I tried again with the first pee of the day tomorrow morning.
But my stomach sunk with despair and I dropped the test into the garbage with numb fingers.
Failed again.
What waswrongwith me? Why was this so easy for all my friends but so hard for me?
Ambrose had gotten a sperm test. There was nothing wrong with him. He had a normal sperm count.
It had to beme.
I was only 33, for God’s sake.
AndIwas the reason we had been trying so long, with no success at all.
Ambrose didn’t understand it. He was always wanting to fix it, find the problem. Drink this green smoothie, up my protein, do more yoga together. Start IVF. I was exhausted by his brain trying to logically solve my infertility, even though he meant well.
I wanted to just focus on relaxing. Every month that went by made me more tense and wound-up.
Thissucked.
Even though we’d been fighting more recently, I needed the comfort of my husband’s arms right now, needed him to hug me and tell me everything was going to be OK. Even if afterwards he said: with 55 grams of protein a day, you’lldefinitelyget pregnant.
