“There is no need to fret. You’ve been married for just three months, Diya; it’s too early to declare yourself barren,” I said over the phone while arranging Zion’s lunchbox. The nanny offered to do it, but I told her I had it under control. I didn’t want to give up packing Zion’s lunch box just yet. Though I knew Aaron had hired her to do the job, it was my joy to do it. We reached an agreement. I would get his lunch box ready on Mondays and Thursdays, and she could have the rest. Aaron didn’t seem too happy about that deal, but there was little to nothing...