“Me, too. I’ve been waiting for that,” Suhani says, telling herself that it is just a matter of time, that what she went through with Roshan doesn’t have to have any impact on her and Zack.

“I know you have.” Zack smiles. “Isn’t it funny how the things we thought would be so hard for us weren’t, but then other things were more challenging?”

“I was expecting so much drama for our wedding,” Suhani says as she thinks back to how seamlessly the details fell into place. Zack and his friends were excited to wear kurtas, both their families were happy with a fusion Jewish-Hindu ceremony, and the guests got along. To her surprise, wedding planning showed her the benefit of being with someone from another cultural background. It forced them to proactively discuss their differences and preferences, which also gave them the freedom to build a relationship on their own terms and not take anything for granted.

“Our wedding, the holidays . . .” Zack says, referring to how they were both worried about celebrating Hindu and Jewish holidays but even that went more harmoniously than expected. Last year, when they were engaged, they went to Mom’s prayers at the Hindu temple for Navratri, then met Barbara for Rosh Hashanah. Mom and Barbara even created joint rituals.

“Well, props to us for mastering those big relationship milestones, right?”

“Totally.” Zack smiles and then says, “So, speaking of relationship milestones, something else happened at work today. We had a visit from this new male fertility start-up a couple of weeks ago. They have these take-home kits for guys to give sperm samples so they don’t have to do it in those awkward rooms at doctors’ offices, with the porn and little paper cups.”

“Interesting.” Suhani nibbles on the cucumber slice that came with her drink. “Are you guys partnering with them?”

Zack shrugs. “We haven’t decided yet. But I did one of the kits.”

“Excuse me, what? Why do you want your sperm tested?” Suhani tries to block out the visual of Zack in their bathroom, holding a cup in front of his penis.

Zack darts his gaze around them to make sure nobody heard her. Luckily for him, the only other people at the bar are a group of fifty-year-old blond women whose toned bodies and pastel shift dresses would make Mom peg them as being from Buckhead or East Cobb. They’re toasting with glasses of Prosecco.

He looks embarrassed as he says, “You know, just out of curiosity. And it turns out that there’s something—my motility or count or something—that might make it harder to have kids if we wait.”

“If we wait?” Suhani asks. “I thought we decided that’s not in our plans right now.”

“We did. But then when I found out it might be harder for me to have them, I guess it made me wonder if we should revisit the idea sooner.”