Chasing Someday

Three women. One secret.

Megan doesn’t want to be bitter. But it’s hard not to be when her star teenage piano student accidentally gets pregnant. Megan’s done everything right—married the man she loves and read the parenting books. Yet after six years of insanity-inducing hormone drugs and desperate prayers, all she has to show for her efforts are enough negative pregnancy tests to fill a bassinet.

Christina has been off birth control for more than a year—she just hasn’t told her husband. Now infertility threatens to rip their already strained marriage apart. He’s uncertain about fatherhood, but Christina will do anything to be a mother.

Kyra, the poverty-stricken mother of a precocious three-year-old, is shocked to struggle with secondary infertility. A baby is priceless, but try telling that to those demanding payment for the chance at motherhood.

When a school book drive brings the three women together, their uncomfortable secrets soon come to light. Can they overcome their heartache together, or will they allow their struggles to tear them apart?

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The house was theirs for eighteen more minutes. As Megan and Trent wandered through the rooms, a thousand memories assaulted her—the carpet in one corner of the living room, slightly discolored from spilled hot chocolate. The pantry door that wouldn’t stay shut because of the broken latch. The living room carpet with permanent creases from where the piano had sat.

Goodbye. Why was it so hard?

They ended up in the master bedroom. “Are you okay?” Trent asked, taking Megan’s hand into his.

“Moving feels like giving up.” She stood in the middle of their empty room, overcome by the urge to sit down and cry. The house felt strange and alien with all the pictures taken down and the furniture absent. So empty. So lifeless. She ran her fingers along the sage green paint until it met with the bathroom door-frame. How many pregnancy tests had come back negative in here? Fifteen? Twenty?

“We’re not giving up, Megan.”

“I never imagined we would leave here as a family of two.”

Trent wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She clutched at his hands, leaning into him.
“We’ll start over in Riverton,” he said. “Let’s forget all the bad memories and make new ones. Good ones.”

“I bet we could’ve bought a grand piano with all the money we spent on pregnancy tests.”

“Let’s not talk about that today.”

A knock at the front door interrupted them. Megan checked her cell phone and closed her eyes, wanting to scream in frustration. She still had nine minutes.

“I’m not ready to leave,” she told Trent. “I need to say goodbye.”

He gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll distract the new owners for a few more minutes.”

She wandered alone across the hall. In her mind, this guest bedroom had always been dusted in pink, with a white crib in the corner and a baby mobile crooning a lullaby. In the beginning, when a baby had seemed like a certainty, she’d even purchased a few items on clearance. So many dreams.

None of them had come true.

A burst of laughter floated up from the front entryway, stealing the moment from her. Megan looked down at her phone. Five o’clock exactly. This room would now forever belong to what should have been.

She gave the nursery one last longing look, then shut the door.