Three Years Trying for a Baby

Summary

For three years, my husband and I tried for a baby—not one positive test.

Everything changed one afternoon when my best friend, a doctor, saw me take my “folic acid.”

She snatched the bottle, crushed a pill, and said grimly: “Maggie, this is birth control.”

Lab tests confirmed it—I’d been on birth control for three years, pushed by Chadwick before intimacy every time.

I was about to confront him with the report when Mia, an old college friend, posted in a group chat:

A positive pregnancy test photo.

“Hubby, let’s bet—will it be a little Chadwick or a little Mia? My money’s on Chadwick.”