Buchi usually didn’t ask God for much; he preferred to work hard and save prayers for times when he needed a miracle. This was one of those times, so all the way home, he prayed. That God would smile on him.
Before the gates slid open and he caught sight of her car in the garage, he knew she was home. He parked his car and walked the short distance to the house.
“Hey,” she called as soon as he had shut the front door
“Hi Babe,” he said, walking to the sofa and planting a kiss on her forehead “That was fast; I didn’t think you’d get home before me.”
“Traffic was light. How was your day?”
“It was great.”
Some minutes of small talk later, Buchi was ready to quit stalling and talk about what was really on their minds.
“So…do you want to take the test now or after dinner?”
“Dinner first. What would you like?”
“I’m not really hungry. What would you like?” Buchi asked.
“Pasta, but it can wait. Let’s do this now”
Brenda brought out a small box from her purse and took a leaflet out of it. “Is that it? That little box tells us if everything worked?” Buchi asked.
“Of course not.” She replied, scanning the leaflet. “The thing that determines it is a thin stick inside. It is so much smaller than the box.” Brenda said, grinning.
“I’m glad you find this amusing. What do we have to do?”
“I have to pee on the stick and wait a few minutes”
Brenda entered the bathroom adjoining the sitting room and walked out some moments later.
“I’m going to get the water started for my Pasta. Don’t look while I’m gone” she said, placing the stick on the center table.
A few minutes later, she came out of the kitchen and sat beside her husband on the sofa.
“For all those months of hormone shots and nasty potions, this is the moment of truth”
“Ha ha ha. Were Mom’s herbal potions really that bad?”
“Uhm, yeah. Tasted something like a mix of unanswered prayers and the tears of a thousand men.”
“What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know, babe.” She smiled and squeezed his hand. “Are you ready?”