Grace sat on the floor of the bathroom, still holding the pregnancy test, trying to come to terms with the fact that the two pink lines she had just seen validated her suspicions from the previous several days. Everything made sense now, including the sickness she'd been attributing to work-related stress, the fatigue that felt out of proportion to her real job, and the way some fragrances had suddenly become overpowering.
She was expecting a child. They were expecting a child.
The moment seemed both ominous and ideal. They had made the decision to give it a shot three weeks prior.
Though she acknowledged that her expectations had been more driven by fear than by knowledge of the date of conception, she hadn't anticipated it happening so rapidly.
Max's key was heard at the front door,
