Lucas
Cynthia wasn’t home when her mother, Barbara arrived, and I was already annoyed. She’d called earlier, sharp as ever. “It’s your mother-in-law, attend to her,” she had said before hanging up.
What would she possibly want me to talk about with this controlling old hag in front of me? I fussed as I took the opposite seat before Barbara.
She greeted me warmly, chatting as usual and I responded politely, keeping my tone neutral.
Then she cut to it. “It’s been ten years, Lucas. You and Cynthia aren’t making any effort to have children, not even one. Why’s that?”
I froze, unsure what to say.
“Is it that you guys don’t like children?” she pressed.
How could we have a baby when we’ve only had s*x twice since we got married? Both times we were drunk, both times we mistook each other fo
