Ben cried first.

He slid down the bathroom wall and sat hard on the tile, his back against the tub, laughing and leaking tears at once, repeating “Okay, okay, okay,” like a man counting a stack of gold coins.

I stood paralyzed, holding the test, and felt the two competing emotions arrive together the way they always do in my family: pure joy, and immediate threat assessment.

Because I knew what this meant.

This wasn’t just our baby.

By the strict accounting of a woman on Main Street, this was an unauthorized product launch.