The first round of treatments had been stressful. Clyde hadn’t really expected it to work the first time around, but that didn’t really make the five negative pregnancy tests any easier. Clyde wanted to suggest they not do it again. He could survive without kids, they could make it without kids, they didn’t need kids and he didn’t want to see Bonnie hurt if it didn’t work, but he kept quiet because maybe they didn’t need kids, but they both wanted kids.
Clyde had a feeling that Bonnie was stalling after the second round, giving it time to work before taking a pregnancy test. It was just a few weeks after when Clyde started to notice things. It wasn’t glaringly obvious. She wasn’t throwing up twenty times a day yet or craving crazy things or anything else Clyde really associated with pregnancy, but there was a difference. Her stomach felt harder than normal and she was moodier recently and he just had this feeling. Call it a second sight or whatever nonsense his great grandmother could come up with, but he just had this feeling.
Bonnie was pregnant. Just four months and eight days after she told him that they would never have children, she was pregnant. Clyde was only a little terrified by the thought of being a father. Sure, he was a good enough uncle, but uncle and father were two slightly different things. He’d decided not to tell Bonnie. There was no way in hell that he knew and she didn’t. He figured she was just waiting to tell him, or maybe she suspected and was just afraid to take the test in case it was negative.