Brad parked the police car in his driveway, pulled the keys from the ignition, and sat quietly for a few minutes before opening the door and getting out. Lanie had called him earlier so he knew that her meeting with her boss hadn’t gone as they had hoped it would. It was the result she had told him to expect but they were still disappointed. He leaned back against his car and gazed at the evening sky. “Red sky at night … some how I’m not feeling the promise of a delightful day tomorrow. How much grief, disappointment and loss is one little family supposed to endure? All of our friends are starting families, having babies, why … just … why?” He groaned in frustration and gazed out at the neighborhood they had chosen 3 years ago because it would be a good place to raise a family. Maybe they should of stayed in the condo. It would have hurt less than coming home day after day to an empty house.
Brad scrubbed his hands against his short hair and turned his gaze on their home. They hadn’t filled it with the babies they had both expected but it was full of love anyway. Were they wrong for wanting to share that love with children? He didn’t think so. And the worst part was that they could barely talk about the simmering disappointment that they both felt because Lanie already felt too guilty about her … THEIR … infertility. He had tried, time and again, to convince her that it didn’t matter, he didn’t love her any less, and he would be perfectly happy to just adopt. She was the one who had resisted, believing that one of these months the baby they wanted would miraculously be on it’s way. Besides … she had seen so many adoptions go wrong. Especially infants and they both wanted a baby! Lanie had said that she would like to adopt an older child or two later. Maybe some hard to place kids. But she wanted her own babies first. He had to admit that made sense. So they waited and hoped and waited and ….
He heard children’s laughter floating on the Spring evening air and gazed back out at the cul-de-sac. “What are we supposed to do about Allie? More waiting, eh?” Brad sighed heavily and pushed himself away from the car. He walked towards the house, pausing to pluck a few weeds from the flowers beds lining the walk. He could hear Copper, Lanie’s Pomeranian, working himself into a frenzy, so excited that Brad was home. “Am I never going to know what it’s like to have a child so excited to see me come home at the end of the day?”
The tiny dog’s volume increased and Brad looked up to see that Lanie had opened the inner door and was leaning against the lintel watching him. He smiled at her and beckoned her to come outside and sit in the porch swing with him for a while. As she opened the door Copper raced out to meet him and danced excitedly around his feet. He laughed and leaned down to pet the little dog. “Hey Beast! Did you have a good day?” Then he continued up the walk to meet his beautiful wife on their front porch.