We had been trying for a few months
and she had convinced herself that something was wrong-
that it was never going to happen.

I didn’t know, but said it would, eventually.
Told her we had to be patient.  It was out of our control,
but we would keep trying.

I came home from work tired;
expecting to see her upset on the couch again.
At the door I took a breath-    walked up the stairs,

tossed my keys and wallet on the table, prepared to comfort.  
Her face was silent, but her eyes smiled.
It was then I noticed, next to my keys, a pregnancy test with

two pink lines.