Bruce’s numbers had improved significantly.
She said, “Based on these results, it is entirely possible that this pregnancy was naturally conceived.”
Bruce bent forward, covered his face, and cried.
“I kept quiet and let you carry half a story.”
It was the sound of a man realizing he had spent years fearing the wrong thing and nearly let that fear ruin the happiest moment of his life.
I sat very still.
After a minute, he looked at me and said, “I kept quiet and let you carry half a story.”
That hurt because it was true.
He wiped at his eyes. “I was so afraid of one answer that I stopped asking better questions.”
I leaned against the car and looked at him.
I nodded, but I did not rush to comfort him.
When we got home, he stood beside me in the driveway and said, “I need you to know something else.”
