Daniel was well aware of the date not only because of how much Drew had grown, but because that was how long the doctor had said Marienne would need to wait before having intercourse. As much as Daniel loved having Drew in their lives, he missed having sex with Marienne. A lot. “We’ll need to use a condom.” Marienne warned him. He headed to the drugstore the next day and stood in awe of the selection. He hadn’t used one in over a decade. Justine had been on the pill the entire time they were dating and married, and Marienne had too, until they decided to try to get pregnant. Ribbed. Lubricated. Spermicidal. Natural skin? He felt as ridiculous as a teenager. He bought a variety, hoping Marienne might have more knowledge of which was best and hoping that perhaps they’d get around to using all of them. It occurred to him that six weeks was not a magical number of days. Her body might be ready a few days before, or might not be ready for a few more weeks. It didn’t matter. He just wanted to try.
