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A short story..

Pia walked in to their 3 bedroom apartment and was surprised to see Rohan. "You back early!", she said, as she kissed him. "Coffee?", she nodded and went into the bedroom to change, "this is the right opportunity to break the news", she thought. She took out the file from her bag, changed and went to the living room, where Rohan was waiting with two cups of coffee.

She was smiling, and she said, "I have to tell you something". "Oh! I have to tell you something too, but you go first", said Rohan tucking her hair behind her ear lovingly.

She came closer and whispered, "Roh, I am pregnant, you are going to be a father".

Rohan hugged her, and while his arms were around her, he told her, "I am sorry Pia, I cannot father a child, my sperm count is less than low, but good luck to you and the father of this child".

She suddenly felt dizzy. She heard him take out a suitcase and pack his stuff.

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