Chapter One Hundred-Seventy-Four

Three months later, and still no baby.

Bea stood at the kitchen sink, clearing up her lunch things. Six months of trying now. Six months of tracking ovulation like it was a second job. Not like she had a first job really; Beckett wanted her to take all the time she needed. So she still did charity work three days a week.

But Bea was sick of timing sex down to the hour, of hoping so desperately it