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Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 17
"Surely you are joking," I said.
"We got one each ... both times," she was just a little loud.
I nodded, clutching my crotch.
"We got THREE this time," she was a bit louder.
My balls ached thinking of Vets and fixing a problem.
"IF IT HAPPENS AGAIN ... WHAT? ... SIX!?!"
The room was invaded by nurses and a couple of cops.
"Mr. Valmaat. You have to leave. You're upsetting the mothers," said the head nurse.
"What? I'm not the one yelling!" Well ... maybe that time ... just a little.
The cops were a couple of pretty burly guys. I found myself sitting in a taxi pulling away from the curb.
"Wife got upset?" The cabbie asked.
I looked above the visor.
"Mr. Secrest," I began.
"Warren,"
"Warren ... I'm David."
"Pleased to meet you, David."
He snaked a hand back and we shook.
"Better circumstances, next time, Warren," I said.
"Let us hope," Warren said. "Do you need a ride to the Vet Monday?"
"Urk!"
"They all say that," Warren said. He laughed.
"You make a habit of picking up new dads at the hospital?"
"All of them," he said. "My brother in law is on the force."
"All of them?"
"All the hospitals ... babies get born every day; wives get pissed ... I'm used to it."
He passed a pint jar, "Here, this'll help."
Choking, hacking and blowing my nose, I passed it back.
"Good Lord!"
"Really something, ain't it."
"I can breathe again!"
"Clears your sinuses, don't it." He passed the jar again, "Have another. Then I'll take you back to your boat."
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