By the time Derek came to bed, I was almost asleep. He slid in next to me as quietly as possible. It hadn"t always been this way, our moving around one another like strangers. It seemed to have started two years ago with Glen"s death, but it probably went back to the day he told me he wouldn"t try any fertility treatments and we had to accept the fact we weren"t going to be parents.
I kept my breathing steady as he turned away from me. We weren"t that old. I had turned 30 back in the fall. Derek was 35. My parents had me at those same ages and Glen two years later, but they"d only been married a year before I was born. Dad"s family thought he was a confirmed bachelor until Mom came along and swept Martin Brewster off his feet.
Derek began snoring. Up until two months ago, we were still m
