We orbited each other politely, carefully.
I started noticing the way Ethan looked at families in restaurants.
One evening, after another doctor's appointment, I sat on the edge of our bed and said it out loud.
"Maybe we should stop trying."
Ethan stood by the window with his back to me. "I don't want to give up on having a child."
***
A few weeks later, he came home with a thick stack of documents tucked under his arm and an excited look on his face. "I've been researching surrogacy."
I stared at the papers, then looked at him. At that moment, I thought maybe we were going to be okay.
"I don't want to give up on having a child."
He handled everything after that: the agency, the lawyers, the interviews.
Eventually, he introduced me to Claire. She was warm and easy to like. She already had two kids of her own, too.
Contracts were signed. The embryo transfer worked.
Claire was pregnant.
For the first time in years, Ethan and I felt like a real family again. Like we were building something together, finally, after so long spent watching it fall apart.
The embryo transfer worked.
At first, we visited Claire together. We brought vitamins, groceries, and a pregnancy pillow I'd spent 40 minutes choosing online.
