When I went with Camile McCallum to visit her parents, my mother-in-law, Marilyn Porter, pulled me aside into the kitchen and asked, in a low voice, whether I'd been keeping up with my tonic medicine lately.I forced an awkward smile and let her eyes travel over me, top to bottom.Marilyn let out a heavy sigh. "Then why isn't there any progress?"Whenever she pushed us about having a baby, I always told people the problem was with me. In truth, Camile was asexual. Ten years married, and the most intimate thing we'd ever done was kiss.A retching sound came from the bathroom. Marilyn got there before I did, rushing to Camile's side. She stared at her, eyes bright with hope. "Are you... pregnant?"I braced myself for the disappointing answer I was sure would come. Instead, Camile ducked her head, bashful, and nodded."Sean, don't just stand there, go help your wife. Are you too happy to move?"I swallowed down my shock and kept telling myself this had to be some kind of mistake.
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