I wait patiently while she thumbs through looking for her period-tracker app. “How do you do that?” She scowls. “You don’t even have the app!” “Pregnancy tests under the sink,” I call out as she stomps off to the bathroom. “I can get a blood draw this week when you stop in for office sex.” “Thanks, babe, that’s convenient,” she replies sarcastically, and I just laugh. I hear the stick hit the trash can before she appears from the bathroom with a sigh she doesn’t mean. I smile and crook my finger, beckoning her back to bed to finish what we started.
