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Chapter 1

EPOV

"It is said that having sex on the phallus will help you become pregnant within the year," declares the website. Who makes this shit up? Having sex in a public place is risky enough, but on a protected landmark in a foreign country is kind of kinky.

"It's British folklore," Bella states, barely glancing my way. "Besides, loads of people have done it and it worked for them."

"These "people" - do we know them?"

Bella turns and gives me the look. You know the one, makes you question everything you've ever said.

"We've spent more than ten thousand dollars on IVF and it didn't work for us. Maybe a vacation isn't the worst idea at this point."

Not sure I ever want to have timed sex with a thermometer again.

Ovulation has become a job. No longer are we making love; no, no, that has long since gone out the window. Now we are timed clockwork robots, injecting hormones and moving in time.

We're missing the intimacy and the connection we felt when first together. Something is going to have to give; I just hope it's not our relationship. The spontaneity has gone and has been replaced with a wedge between us. We discuss this like it's a business arrangement, not even in the same part of the room. I sit alone on the sofa as she busies herself tidying the condo.


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