(Julie and McCormick complete a mercifully short fertility odyssey…)
Yes, they did the wild thing. Ok, not wild, but satisfying. The demons were chased.
“You knew it was today!” she said, consulting her phone, in the after.
Her appreciation made him feel large, in the after.
Ten days later he is laying out meditation mats when she brings him the stick.
“I think…is this.. a plus sign?”
“Intersecting vertical and horizontal lines? Yeah, we call that a plus sign.”
Julie makes a big-eyes face. McCormick, already looking within, sees an elevator descend from his crown to his base and open its doors.
A new life.
He walks right through.
(McCormick and Julie adjust to Dr. Serlek’s opinion that they have less than a 5% chance of conceiving on their own.)
In the days after the appointment, they Googled. McCormick read In Vitro Health Outcomes, fearing the karmic cost of science’s assistance. Julie bookmarked adoption sites and made calendars showing where their careers and income would be in two years, or seven. They touched their laptops more than each other. Not what McCormick had intended when he’d suggested leaving this up to nature.
Had they kept a chart of basal body temperature and cervical mucus, he would have known, that morning Julie cased herself in lycra and tied back her hair, to be ready when she returned, sweaty from the gym.