The Pregnant Guy

‘You are going to be the mother of my child’. That one line mail from him sent her to shocks. What a crap! She never thought that this would go that far. She had even frankly shared whatever transpired between them with her hubby, to the extent that her hubby could open her mailbox and read her mails. But this mail! No way! She quickly deleted the mail and also sent a very sharp reply to call a stop to all these. And no further! She was still furious and she moved his mail id to blocked list.

More than two decades back, they used to live in the same neighbourhood. It was during their school days and some part of college days. Those days they had a special feeling for each other, which he had even expressed once or twice tacitly. Though she also had nurtured similar feeling for him, she consciously didn’t reciprocate explicitly nor did she give a blunt No to him. She knew fully-well that there was no future for this relationship and all that she could possibly do was to preserve the memories for the future. He would pen a few thoughts and send it across to her. She had a genuine appreciation for his writings. She even sent one of his writings, which had a tinge of romantic poem to a woman’s magazine with his name in byline and he was so elated when she presented the print copy along with a cheque for a paltry sum which the magazine had sent to her.

One big block was that she was two years elder to him. Nevertheless, she could not deny to herself that she felt good when he was around and may be, he was good to be in friends with. This went on till they went into their college. But it all came to a complete stop, when her father came to know of it and sternly warned both of them of the undesirable consequences.

Years rolled. He went away from that town for further studies and got settled down elsewhere. She finished her college and got married. Little did they bump on each other until now when both of them are in their mid-forties.

It was Zuck, who brought them back together through FB. When she saw his friend request, there was momentary hesitation on her part. But a day later, when she shared her ‘flashback’ with her hubby, it was actually her hubby who clicked ‘confirm friend’. From then on, the friendship again grew on. It started with some random ‘likes’ and birthday greetings and it grew into texting and mobile calls. But she always made it a point to share with her hubby what transpired between them, lest he gets any doubt.

But today, it’s the height. How dare he did that. She thought it was a sublime friendship.

She put his mail id on the blocked list and never bothered to check it later, though once in a way she was tempted to open it. One such she opened said ‘I will be delivering your baby in a couple of months”. What this babble.

Two months later she received a parcel by courier. She opened. It contained a new hard-bound book novel carrying his name in bold print.

A hand-written note on the top of a book read, “I dedicate my maiden novel to you. You sowed the seed of inspiration in me to write again. You mothered this child”. She could feel teardrops welling in her eyes.