The cool night breeze was a relief from the hot day although she wouldn’t have complained about it after the long winter. Or maybe it had seemed longer because of everything that happened. Siting on a long chair underneath the Provence’s skies, she sighed contentedly. It was a nice break from the city, from the pollution. From the doctors, the tests, the stress and everything else. That morning was the last for a while hopefully.
When the first star came out she did something she hadn’t done in a very long time, not since she was a little girl. She made a wish.
Nobody was around; and even if they had been she wouldn’t have cared. She was allowed. She granted herself allowance. She’d gone through too much. No one would have mocked her; at least she hoped so. But she didn’t really care if they did. Both hands knotted over her stomach she prayed, or wished, whatever anyone would call it.
She heard the sound before she saw him. But she smiled.
“You ok honey?”
She was; for the first time in months she was. Tired but otherwise fine.
“What did the doctor say?”
“It looks good.”
He knew her, knew she wouldn’t want to jinx it. Three miscarriages had left her cautious about the IVF. Every time was dramatic in its own way. And she was heartbroken. Three times over. Hopefully, not this time. Three months; she’d feel better when she reached three months. In a week. So she wished upon a star.