I Secretly Boarded My Flight Attendant Wife’s Final Flight for Our Anniversary—Then the Captain Announced She Was Pregnant, and an Old Medical Result Made Me Believe the Worst
“statistically predictable.”
“No.”
he said.
“Fertility doesn’t work that neatly.”
Good.
I stopped trying to convert biology into certainty.
Penelope and I never had another child.
Not because we chose against it exactly.