*Josie*
How can I not believe him when he sounds so certain? A calm settles over me as I watch him yank on the bellpull that will summon my maid.
“Do you think it’s because of what we did last night?” I ask.
He looks at me, conviction mirrored in my eyes. “Absolutely not.”
“How do you know?” Is my next question.
“I should think this would have happened last night.” I point out.
I want to believe him, so at least I can sweep away the guilt. “He’s coming a month early.”
He sits on the edge of the bed, taking my hand. “Maybe not quite. How can a physician accurately determine the date of delivery when he doesn’t know the exact moment of conception?”
“I suppose you have a point.” I admit.
“Trust me, Josie, you’re not going to lose this one.” He says softly.
Wanting to believe him wit
