Eden sat quietly contemplating the bush as the crimson buds burst into American Beauties against the deep green leaves. She burst into fresh tears, not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy. Eden and Edward Greenfield had been trying for two years to no avail and now she was past the danger point.
“I’m so happy, sweetheart,” Edward said upon learning the news.
Eden, beaming, responded, “I guess we were just trying too hard.”
“What about a name?” Edward asked.
Eden looked contemplative again, “Rose.”
“Perfect,” he said, handing her one of the long-stem Beauties.