He was incandescent. How could we have taken precautions all those years and now when we want to start a family, nothing? Eleven bloody years it’s been, how unfair is that?
They had almost given up hope of ever having their own family. The consultant said give it one last try. The notes said, ‘The only cure for her condition is to get pregnant’, but quite frankly he thought this most unlikely.
When the bump arrived, only then did they really believe their family was on the way. Each morning they would lie in bed with their first drink of the day and marvel at its growth. Each would rub their hands over its smoothness, feeling the skin as it tightened and he would put his ear to it in the hope of hearing a sound, “Hi dad, I’m here, soon be out.”
There was no real sound he could discern, just gurgling, probably food being digested but they told themselves it was more. As much as he wanted to hear the little mite’s heart-beat he had a fear that it would seem irregular and put him in a panic. In the end he stopped listening, after all she couldn’t and it did seem a bit unfair.
Then the morning arrived. She had felt the first movement in the night, just a flutter but definitely not wind. She told him excitedly over the first coffee and they settled down to feel those first tentative movements. He immediately felt the bonding with this tiny creature blossom as his hand perceived a foot or a hand or a buttock push against her skin.
He squeezed her hand and turning to her smiled a sort of well done, you did it. They kissed gently and delicately. It had been a moment such as this that had led to the making of this tiny creature.
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