"This is our wedding day, John. If we wait for a legal marriage it will be too late ... you'll probably have the flu. I slept with you on the boat because I wanted your child and I was afraid of the flu. Now I'm sure you'll get it. This is our last chance." She moved away from me and took my hand.
Later, as we lay quietly together, I said teasingly, "What's it going to be? Boy or girl?"
"I really don't care. I only hope he'll have a few playmates to keep him company. An only child in a family is bad enough. I don't want him to be lonely."
I pulled her over to me and held her tightly. Her tears were warm against my neck.
CHAPTER 7
Tired, rumpled, but elated, Dr. Hallam met us as we came out of the dressing rooms the next morning.
"My theory was right. The bomb was full of virus," he said, his face lighting up happily for an instant. Then, as the thrill of discovery faded, grimness clouded his eyes. "At least now I can prove what we are up against, thanks to you two."