My wife, whose love and devotion means more to me than anything else in the world, is due to have our first child in August. Today I found out I’m sterile.
He left the dinner table to take the call, but she still heard him say “We’re a go for Epsilon Omega.”
When he returned to the table the building across the street exploded, and she glared as he said, “What, that’s a coincidence!”
“Surprise!” yelled Laura, all smiles as she ran across the bedroom and hugged me tightly.
I gripped her close and tried to push Tammy’s negligee under the bed with my foot.
I looked at her angrily. While my memory, in seconds, took me back to things happened earlier, I instantly recovered my consciousness and saw a dead body before me.
Even though she loved the man she slept beside, she sometimes dreamt of someone else from her past. So her waking heart and sleeping mind were always at war.
He lied, she lied, he cried, she died. Years later, in a dusty attic box, he found, a post it note she had written; he cried again.