The blood tests did turn up an unanticipated result.
I put my hand on my swelling belly as its current occupant shifted to a more comfortable position.
“A wish come true for both of us,” I said, smiling. “Bill still swears he never went near the wishing well, but I’m not sure I believe him.”
You and Bill don’t need a wishing well to make your dreams come true, Lori.
“No, we don’t,” I said, and my smile grew as the baby moved again. “All we needed was a magnificent stroke of good luck.�