Meticulous precision

Another side to consider was Elias. If I wanted him to be born again, I needed my wife to accept me at least the day we shared the bed for the first time. Ah, no... A year later! I wasn't sure when we conceived our son, but it wasn't during the first year of marriage.

I had four years, almost five up to then.

That afternoon, I locked myself in the office once again. I tried to remember how often I had sex with my wife during the year before Elias was born, but it wasn't that easy.

First of all, because we did it often. Luckily, we tried some different positions during that period, so I could try to reconstruct our love life through the sequence of stuff we did.

I remembered with clarity that I tied my wife to the bed two months before she told me about the baby. Oh, I was quite convinced that Elias was a result of that night. Yet, I couldn't risk it.