Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

I can’t take mine back because it’s true, I do want children. I may not be gifted them by God’s hand, but I want to at least try. I can live without marriage, but motherhood… not so much.

The mailman pulls up and I smile and wave as he hands me the letters.

“How are you today?” he asks me.

“Fine, thanks.” I smile. “It’s a beautiful day.”

“It is, it is. See you later.”

“Come on, Tillie.” I begin to walk back to the house as I flick through the envelopes. Boring, boring, boring. I come to a letter in cream paper.

Julian Masters.

I turn the letter over to see who the sender is.

Dr Edwards.

Rosedale Clinic.

Hmm, I wonder what that is? I continue to look at the letter as I walk back up to the house. I stop to take out my phone and I Google Dr. Edwards, Rosedale clinic.

Dr Edwards is the leading vasectomy specialist in London.

My heart roars, racing wildly in my chest.

No. He wouldn’t?

I run back to the house with the letter in my hand. I put it onto the kitchen bench and stare at it.

My blood is pumping hard through my body as I begin to pace. Why is he getting a letter from this doctor? For fifteen minutes, I stare at it until curiosity gets the best of me and I tear open the envelope.

Mr. Masters,

Thank you for your enquiry this week regarding our vasectomy services. Please find below a quote as requested. Your initial appointment is on the 17th and then the procedure is booked for the 25th as requested.

The words go blurry as tears fill my eyes, and I put my hand over my mouth.

He’s going to have a vasectomy without telling me.

I stagger back in shock.

Oh… this hurts.

I grab the car keys, and I get in the car and with the letter in my hand. There's no thought as I tear down the driveway.

He wants a fight. He just fucking got one.

Chapter Twenty-Five

I speed to the courthouse with my heart beating wildly the whole journey there. He wouldn’t do this to me. I know he wouldn’t.

He loves me.

Why am I even going to see him when I know that there must be a reasonable explanation for this? Maybe he’s getting a reversal? Yes!

My eyes widen. Yes, of course.

My face falls. No, that’s not it. We used condoms in the beginning because he was scared he was going to get me pregnant. If he’d already had a vasectomy he wouldn’t have been worried about that at all.