(Finally, McCormick finds his flow…)
Helping Julie unjam the work sitch gives McCormick a boost. Light and joyful, he roasts a chicken and sautés spinach. June, tired from her day in the sun, pouts. She was hoping for pasta. The parents shrug. The kid eats.
June falls asleep easily. The night comes cool. McCormick and Julie rent Vegas Baby, because everything else on Amazon looks scary or stupid. The IVF stories choke them up. They hold hands, recalling June’s arrival. A miracle. They were both past 40, and their own fertility doc had assured them, “Without my help you will never have a child.”
(the story of late-life conception continues in the next installment…)