Right in the middle of my shark-infested fantasy, someone tapped on the door.
“Justin?” Helen called through the wood.
I slapped my laptop shut, trying to hide my research. If I wanted this to be a surprise, then she couldn’t see what I’d been looking at. A twinge of guilt hit me. I was acting suspicious like she almost caught me with p**n or something bad like that.
Wait. I had no reason to feel guilty. I would surprise her with this vacation. I would book everything, and then when she looked like she was sad that she was having no luck in conceiving a baby, I would spring this on her and cheer her up. The ensuing romance would make conceiving easier because we wouldn’t think about having a baby. We would just think about the romantic times and let nature take its course.
Naturally
