“Your side, my side, a lab dish, and a whole lot of luck. We did this together.”
“I know. I just…”
“We did it together,” I said again. “And in a few hours, we get to meet them.”
“We did this together.”
His forehead dropped against mine, and he let out a shaky breath.
I remembered the bathroom floor then, just for a second.
The cold tile against my back. The test on the rim of the tub with its one stubborn line.
I had cried until I couldn’t breathe, and Andrew had slid down beside me without a word.
Just for a second.
He didn’t say it would be okay.
He didn’t have an answer.
He just sat there, his shoulder pressed against mine, for an hour.
That was what mattered. He stayed.
He didn’t have an answer.
Today, we would finally meet the babies we’d bring home.
