Three months later, and still no baby.

Prue 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; Nate wanted her to take all the time she needed. So she still did charity work three days a week.

But Prue was sick of timing sex down to the hour, of hoping so desperately it hurt. And still, nothing. Her period had come last week right on schedule, cramping and bleeding ...