Rikom
I was delirious with joy. A child. A son born out of the love Mina and I shared. We decided to tell no one for the moment. She was cautious and I was even more so. It had taken just over a year for us to conceive. For all we had been subjected to in such a short time, perhaps this was the light at the end of it. A week passed and I noticed a tiny bump appear on my wife’s otherwise flat stomach. I was fascinated by it. Each night I would make love to Tasmina, we would lie together afterwards talking. Sometimes I would speak directly to her small belly, wondering what kind of man my son would be.
Sanaz wasn’t so bad. Once we had gotten over the initial awkwardness of having shared a drunken night together, she showed herself to be highly intelligent and rather funny. Her quips were o
