The two men were seated in the far left corner of the bar. There was just enough light from the centre to make out Mark’s face from the shadows. Two empty beer glasses sat on the table, along with a half-full one for Terry.
Mark was fidgeting with the silver band around his fourth finger. This was the seventh year since he started wearing it.
‘I told you about my test result last week, didn’t I?’
‘No, you didn’t.’ Terry replied picking up his glass. ‘How did it go?’
‘It wasn’t good news.’
‘What did they say?’
‘I was told that I have virtually no sperm at all, the few ones detected were not viable.’
‘Oh man, I’m so sorry.’ Terry gulped and put his glass down. ‘How did Claire react when you told her?’
‘I haven’t told her yet.’
‘I was going to tell her, but…’
‘This morning, Claire told me that she’s pregnant.’
Tolulope Popoola is a writer, blogger and lover of arts and literature. She recently quit her career in Accounting to become a full-time writer. She blogs at http://writingmystories.blogspot.com, and is the creator of the online fiction series, ‘In My Dreams It Was Simpler’. She also writes short stories, poems and magazine articles, and is currently working on a novel.