The two pink lines on the pregnancy test caught Sarah’s attention as she perched on the side of the bed. She had always desired motherhood, but not in this manner. Years had passed since she and her husband had started trying to conceive, but each month brought disappointment. She was pregnant when they had all but given up hope. But it wasn’t the child of her spouse.
Even though Sarah had recognized the error as soon as it occurred, it was already too late. She had to decide at this point. She had two options: she could keep the baby a secret and risk losing her spouse or tell her husband the truth and risk losing him. She was at a loss for what to do.
“This isn’t the moment I wanted,” Sarah whispered, “but it’s what I’ve been given.”
For a while, she sat on the bed, contemplating her options. She finally realized there was just one option. The idea of losing her spouse and the life they had created together was too painful for her to endure. She would have to devise a means of making it function.
She drew a long breath and got up, resolved to confront whatever came next with all the elegance and might she could summon. Though it wouldn’t be simple, she had confidence in her ability. She also resolved to appreciate the situation entirely.