Chapter 4 - The Room Full of Opinions
Emma’s sister, Claire, reacted first with silence.
They were sitting in Emma’s kitchen when Emma told her they were still trying. Claire stared at the coffee between her hands as if the answer might rise from the steam.
“You’re fifty,” Claire said finally.
Emma nodded. “I know.”
“I’m not saying you wouldn’t be a good mother.”
“That’s exactly what people say before explaining why I shouldn’t be one.”
Claire’s face tightened. “I’m scared for you.”
Emma believed that part.
Claire had watched her heartbreak. The failed attempts. The procedures. The recovery days where Emma tried to make jokes because admitting pain would make everyone else feel helpless.
“I’m scared too,” Emma said.
That answer softened the room.
Claire looked up.
“Then why keep going?”
Emma thought about giving the polished answer. Hope. Love. Family. Meaning. But Claire was her sister, and polished answers were for acquaintances.
“Because when I picture my life without trying one last time,” Emma said, “I don’t feel peace. I feel unfinished.”
Claire cried then.
Not because she fully understood.
Because she finally stopped trying to win the argument.
Others had opinions too.
Some friends thought Emma was inspiring. Some thought she was reckless. Some asked medical questions that were far too personal. Some assumed money made everything simple because Emma and Nathan had saved well, owned their home, and could afford good care.
Money helped.
Emma would never pretend otherwise.
Access to quality doctors helped. Flexible work helped. A strong support system helped. Good health helped. A stable marriage helped. Every advantage mattered.
But none of those things erased fear.
They only made fear something she could walk beside instead of drown inside.
When the pregnancy test finally turned positive, Emma did not scream.
She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at it.
Nathan came in from the hallway.
“Em?”
She looked up, eyes wide.
“I don’t know how to be happy without being terrified.”
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Nathan sat beside her and put one arm around her shoulders.
“Then we’ll be both.”
