"I just don't understand why you won't go to the doctor, it's a simple little test, Alex Jr.," said Vignette, as they both hurried through the house, preparing to leave for work.
"We've been over this so many times. I told you, it's not me, it has to be you," he snapped back, adjusting his tie and grabbing his briefcase.
"Yes, Alex Jr., everything is my fault," she snapped back, rolling her eyes at him and leaving for the day.
Alex Jr. stayed back for a few minutes, mumbling to himself and taking a few last sips of his coffee, which by now, had become cold as ice.
"Figures," he said, "First, my wife can't get pregnant and now I can't even have a decent cup of coffee."
He poured it down the sink drain and left for work himself.
"What's wrong, babygirl?" asked Alexander, as she walked
