“Vlad, we’re going to have a baby. I’m four weeks pregnant. You wanted a son so badly, and—finally—the heavens have given us a little one. Will you stay late at work today? I have a gift for you! Lace in a fishnet pattern, just like you like…”
From my trembling hands, a slip of paper with a print of scarlet lips flies to the floor—one I found in the inner pocket of my husband’s suit jacket. And so is a pregnancy test with the two long-awaited lines… the ones my husband and I had been waiting for for five long years…