I heard a familiar laugh as I walked towards the obstetrics and gynecology department entrance.
"Mrs. Wendy, your husband is so considerate."
A young nurse at the reception desk said, her face full of admiration.
"He's been coming with you to every prenatal checkup! Even a heat pack for the ultrasound was brought so you wouldn't get cold."
I froze. My fingers instinctively brushed over my flat stomach.
There was a time when Jonathan had been just as anxious about me, just as meticulously caring.
In fact, I got pregnant once after that time.
But before I could tell him the good news, I came home to find Jonathan and Wendy entangled in the living room.
When she saw me, Wendy burst into tears and hid in his arms.
"Mrs. Zander, please don't misunderstand. I was just helping Jonathan relieve some stress."
I was so overwhelmed. I wanted to tell him I was pregnant. That I didn't need anyone else to have a baby for me.
But before the words could leave my lips, a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen.
The baby that hadn't even had time to be real was gone like that.
Jonathan knew nothing about it. He was disheveled, hugging the sobbing Wendy and roaring at me.