Today I told her.
This evening I told my wife a secret.
A year of marital bliss fell from my lips and crashed into foetal positioned dreams around our feet.
“How about Annie for a girl?”
I could hold back no longer.
I had to speak.
She shook off a long blinked. I could feel our hearts sinking together, yet I was convinced.
“What do you mean?”
I repeated the loaded phrase, more than words.
“How… what...? When did you decide this?”
Eight months into our marriage I found myself wishing for nothing more.
“Are you sick?”
No. I wanted no children – she was enough, my love entirely hers.
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