TWO WEEKS LATER
TWO WEEKS LATER“Son of a b***h!” When I see the negative pregnancy test, I literally want to break it into pieces, but I rein in my frustration and toss it in the trash. Just to be safe, I take two more.
Both. f*****g. Negative.
Both. f*****g. Negative.Considering how many times we’ve had s*x this past month, I was certain I’d see a plus sign.
I sit with my face in my hands and try to push away all the destructive thoughts that fill my head. Then I remind myself to be patient, even if every other Bishop woman has been a fertile Myrtle. I was hoping Payton had super sperm, and I’d be pregnant with blue-eyed, blond hair quadruplets.
After I’ve gotten dressed and stretched, I make coffee. Once I’ve drained my first mug, I text him the bad news.
Payton: Don’t worry, I’m n
