She ran into the room, and after a short while, emerged with a pregnancy test stick. It displayed two lines.
She was pregnant.
Seeing my shock, she once again assumed her familiar pose of a proud victor before me.
"That's right, I'm pregnant. You're going to be a dad."
I was puzzled and confused. We'd been married for five years, and I had wanted a child for a long time, but she had always brushed me off with excuses about poor health or being too young.
Every time we had sex, we also took strict safety precautions.
How could she suddenly be pregnant?
Then it hit me. We hadn't been intimate as husband and wife for nearly half a year. How could she possibly be pregnant now?
"Whose child is it?"
My face instantly darkened.
She looked at me in disbelief. "What do you mean? I'm pregnant, of course it's your child. Whose else could it be?"