“You’re late?” Aaron said to his wife. “You mean your period?”
“Yes,” Karla said, smiling broadly. “Three weeks late, in fact. And I’m never late.”
“So is that why you’re standing there grinning like a Cheshire and holding one of those pregnancy test sticks in your hand?” Aaron asked, pointing to the stick. “Did you pee on it yet?”
“No, silly,” Karla said. “I wanted to wait until you got home.”
“Okay,” an excited Aaron said. “Let’s do this thing.”
The two walked hand-in-hand to the bathroom. When Aaron started to follow Karla into the small bathroom, she objected. “Can I have some privacy please?”
“What? It’s not like I’ve never seen you pee before,” Aaron pointed out.
“You’ve never seen me pee on a stick,” Karla said, as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
After a couple of minutes, Aaron grew impatient waiting for Karla to come out of the bathroom. He knocked on the door. “You okay in there?” The door swung open and Karla stood there, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Aaron couldn’t tell by looking at Karla’s expression whether the indicator showing on the stick was a plus sign or a minus sign. “Are those tears of joy or tears of sorrow?” he asked.
Karla slowly walked toward Aaron, put both of her arms around his neck, stood on her toes, and whispered in his ear. “Happy Father’s Day, sweetheart.”
Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt. The challenge is to write a story starting with the words, “You’re late.”