Vivica didn’t dare tell Joseph about Fletcher’s call. She didn’t want to worry him and affect his work. That evening, after Chaim was asleep, she confided in Quintina.
Quintina’s response was characteristically blunt.
“Why not? Of course he can! Let him get tested! That child is in this world because of him, and the suffering he’s going through is indirectly his fault. What’s wrong with him contributing something to his son’s well-being?”
Vivica knew she had a point, but she really didn’t want to get entangled with Fletcher again. She was afraid that if she accepted this favor, he would use it as leverage to worm his way back into her life.
She decided not to take her friend’s advice. If Fletcher called again, she would firmly refuse.
But before Fletcher’s call came, she woke up the next morning and, on a trip to the bathroom, made a surprising discovery—her period had started.
It was odd. Her cycle was off again, arriving a full five days early.
Vivica sat there, her mind momentarily blank. She had assumed that for two young, healthy people, conceiving a child would be easy. But despite all their efforts, they had failed.
The disappointment cast a pall over her mood. She remained glum all the way to the office and was too busy to tell Joseph the news.
But Melanie was observant. While spending time with Chaim in his room, she used the restroom and noticed the wrapper from a sanitary pad in the trash. She immediately understood—her daughter-in-law had gotten her period.
Melanie told her husband right away. “I noticed Vivica seemed down when I got here this morning. I thought she was just in a rush to get to work, so I didn’t ask. Now I see this is why she was upset.”
Sheridan sighed. “She’s Chaim’s mother. Of course she’s more anxious than anyone. But the more you stress about these things, the more it affects your mood, and it can become counterproductive.”
“Hello…”
“Are you at work?” Joseph’s voice was low and full of concern. “Are you feeling okay? Any discomfort?” He remembered that she sometimes had painful cramps.
“You already know?” she asked, realizing her guess was right.
“Yeah, Mom saw the wrapper in the bathroom,” he admitted quietly. “She was worried you’d be upset and told me right away so I could call and check on you.”
Vivica walked out of the conference room and sat down at her desk. “I’m okay. It was a little hard to accept at first, but now that I think about it, it’s only been a month. Maybe we’ll get lucky next month.”
She was also trying to comfort him, knowing that the failure to conceive was a disappointment for both of them.

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