Chapter 1

"Hi honey."

"Hello, I was just thinking..."

"I have great news."

"I'm pregnant."

"That's ... That's great." I had a bad feeling in the last few days but I wasn't expecting this.

"I didn't want to tell you sooner because I wanted to be sure. I went to see Doctor Thomas yesterday, and he confirmed that I was pregnant."

"That's great."

"You don't seem happy. Is anything wrong?"

"No. Nothing's wrong, it's that I'm a bit overwhelmed. It's great news."

"Well I was thinking, when you came back we can start planning the baby's room. I know it's still a long time away, but I'm so excited."

"Ok."

"I'm going to call my parents. Are you sure you are OK? You don't sound OK"

"I'm great. I'm going to be a father."

"OK, love you lots. Going to call my parents now. they're going to be so happy."

"OK."

"Love you."

"Bye."

I sat in my hotel room feeling like shit. I still had to stay in Silicon Valley another two weeks before I could go home, and it wasn't going to be any fun at all.

Two weeks later, I got out of the plane in Newark and went down the passageway, dreading the meeting with my wife.

There she was, all happy and all I could think is "why did she do it to me/"

"Hi baby. Is anything wrong? You don't look well."

"Hi. Shit flight."

"Ok I'll make you a nice dinner and then you can rest. Then you will feel a lot better."

I didn't say much else on the way home, but I was almost exploding. When we got home, she went on making dinner and started talking on ideas she had for the baby's bedroom. I couldn't take anymore, so I went into my office, got the two envelopes and picked the other in my suitcase and dropped them in the kitchen table hard.

"What's that?" she asked.

I opened the envelopes and gave her the contents.

"What does this mean?"

"Can't you read?"

She read and she got white.

"It says here that your sperm has no mobility. What does it mean?"

"It means that I can't have any kids. The docs say that hell will freeze before I can make somebody pregnant." I almost shouted.

"But the doctor might be wrong." She said, and started crying.

"One might be wrong, but three of them I doubt it." I shouted.

She sat on the kitchen floor, sobbed, and cried.

"Care to explain how you got pregnant?"

She didn't answer, but crying quiet down a bit.

"Come on, tell me what happened." I shouted.

"Who is he?" I shouted again.

She stopped crying and said

"It's nobody. You are crazy. I'm not seeing anybody. It's just you, it's always been you."

"So how do you explain being pregnant, if I can't make you pregnant?"

"The doctors are wrong, that's the only explanation."