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.