I picked up the page and neatly placed it back on his desk.
After my shower, William came home, having soothed Sophia to sleep.
He held me tenderly.
“How did I get so lucky to marry such a caring wife?”
As he spoke, his hands began to wander.
I frowned.
“But it isn’t even my ovulation period today.”
He muttered something about not caring, then carried me to bed.
That night was unusually intense.
The next morning, my body ached. William had seemed especially spirited, unusually satisfied.
I wanted to ask him about the pills, but he was still asleep.
So I got up, washed, and went to work.
I worked in the sales department of a pharmaceutical company. I handed that pill to a colleague in the testing lab, asking her to check its ingredients.
She took it and said,
“Come back in three days for the results.”
Embarrassed, I smiled:
“No need for heavy equipment. It’s just a supplement my husband bought for me, probably full of nutrients.”
She gave me a knowing look and teased:
“Your husband is really thoughtful. Any child born into your family will be blessed. He’s sure to be a great father. Come back tomorrow—I’ll have the results ready.”
I thanked her and left.