During the fourth attempt, Martin mentioned that Ray's sperm quality had deteriorated further, almost to the point of being azoospermia.
We didn't dare to hope.
Surprisingly, I became pregnant, with one out of two embryos surviving.
Upon hearing the news, everyone was overjoyed.
Martin immediately wanted to buy a house for the child in my womb as a gift from an uncle to his niece or nephew.
Ray, with a silly smile, kept touching my flat belly, calling out, "Baby, I'm your daddy!"
Linda, on the other hand, was grateful to God every day, and her prejudice against Martin lessened.
This pregnancy was hard-won, and everyone was very careful with me.
Linda racked her brain to prepare three meals for me every day, trying to make each meal different.
Ray's business became very busy, and he often had to travel.
So, Martin volunteered to take on the task of driving me to and from work and delivering meals to me every day.
He joked, "Since the hospital is invested in by our family, no one would dare to say anything even if I'm late or leave early!"
Thus, every lunchtime, my colleagues would praise Martin for his unwavering commitment to delivering meals to me.